zen and suffering part thirteen (the right road to the Gate)

you have not been
discovered. a new
neighborhood, a same
mountain.

your coat lifts up over
your belly when you raise
your arms to hang up your
other coat.
you have two coats.
you wear two coats.
new place to hang
two coats. same
mountain.

the sun shone too
brightly you lowered
the shade. you
raised the shade
to the evening. darkness
illuminated you. you lowered
the shade. same
mountain.

you are waiting to be
discovered. you have
covered yourself with
talcum powder.
rosewater. you are
nervous to ask for
friendship. your ceiling
is now several feet above
your head. used
to be inches. same
mountain.

a full-sized oven
a full-sized fridge
lights that flip on
with a switch lights
that light uniformly.
same mountain.

new neighborhood. same
streets. new hooks.
same hanging. new
body same
body old body. same
mountain.


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poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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