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Sitting Like a Buddha
by Ken HarnischI sat in the hall
With my legs
Tucked up under me
In a way that the blood
Running to my legs
Was cut off for a time
And I felt the tingle
The tell-tale signs
That when I wanted to get
Up I would not be able
To stand on my own two feet
And might well crash in a heap
To the floor
So, as not to embarrass myself,
Or awaken you
Who hates loud noises
And intrusions on your privacy
I remained sitting like
A Buddha
Till the tingling stopped
And gangrene
Eventually
Set in
I hope you’re satisfied. 03/24/2008 Posted on 03/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/24/08 at 04:45 PM ...ken, your Buddha legs fare you well mefriend, the things we do for others, i love your 'sitting' in the hall not wanting to disturb that someone...good write, charlie |
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