Gravity that pulls us back to earth
To hear temple day-glow puppets preach,
Act our lives away in morality plays,
For when we can’t leave the past,
And keep repeating the moment here now
Though spring winds swinging screen doors open
Bring fragrance of one hundred flowers blooming,
If only we could ignore the bad times,
The stains in our lives slightly wet,
There too long in our fabric,
Irremovable like oil from a sweatshirt,
No matter how long baking soda sits.
When I do my dirty laundry,
I’ll let you know if it goes away,
Ruin our loving-kindness,
Or save us with sweet blindness.
Like a tippler passing the puppet show,
On his way to false conventions,
My wonderful secret motives are thrilling,
Delighting not in the wine
But other lovely things in mind,
Like the joy of mountains and waters,
Expressing my heart in present progressive tense
Not in tatters left behind
January 26, 2021
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