Just Sitting
Dusk turns blue black
night is about to fall
Siddhartha is sitting
the tree stands behind
the full moon rises
out of nowhere a storm brews
the leaves rustle
the branches shake
the earth trembles
the Buddha still sits
morning yet to come
this much the birds announce
parrots of course
they are a noisy bunch
the Buddha keeps sitting
the tree now rests
the sun turns white & hot early
near the river almost running dry
puddles doze off
dull mirrors
they reveal nothing
only continue to evaporate
what happened in the night
anything the matter
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