angry I may be
surely not mad
things people say
the actions they perform
tend to be opposite
no stranger to this
falling into this category myself at times
here I am two hundred pages later
my foot is asleep again and what to do
wait for blood
smile as I feel the sun’s heat
warming my bones so used to the cold
the winter has come to a close at last
my coffee has become cold now and
the windows shake for no apparent reason
Al is gone with the Buddha now,
will we ever see him again? losing an hour of
sleep and two nights pass
I listen to the howling wind…
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