relaxing, while out my window is Billy Collins
talking incessantly at Buddha, Buddha grunts
as this shovelful of snow is getting heavier.

Billy throws a mouse at Buddha, he dodges and
that mouse is still in my pome, in a maze.
i could help him out but Billy said to let him.

i figure if i close this book and be on about
the full day, i could leave well enough alone
and then have no worries from Billy or Buddha.

i remind you, he's the one who brought Buddha
and so is responsible for all. now. ever.
this leaves Buddha free for the afternoon.

look at them: Billy hollering, Buddha tuning-out.
Billy's so red-faced. Buddha's shovel blade bends.
dusting his hands, he shoulder-shrugs Billy.

04/21/2008

Posted on 04/21/2008
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