Aren't you?

YOU ARE ALREADY A BUDDHA


I.
May impossible
lovers conspire
to idle over coffee
as if
each other’s
kisses were barely dry
on lips and thighs.


II.
How shall I see
the sun on my hand
as I reach from the shade
for my tea on the table,
not knowing
that just now
your captors have released you
at the muddy end of the logging road
and you are walking down
to the highway?


III.
When will the cartoon coyote,
chasing the bird
out over a cliff
look down and realize
he can walk on air,
at last
allowing the animator
to draw in the blood
dripping from his teeth?
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