Half Lotus
What a waste.
This park,
This urinal,
This white stain.
And I am undone.
As always, repeating
Myself without a
White flag in site.
Consequences bequeth
Me and I wish
I could pay the
Sandman.
But not quickly,
no.
A Buddhist,
A mantra,
A sin.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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