Thursday, July 31, 2014

My Lunch with Buddha and Zeus



Patio.
Watching.
Listening.
Rain.

Big droplets
pounding pavement
lulling me into a trance,
empty headed,
as if I reached Nirvana.

Nothing matters
except that tattoo,
staccato sound.

I can’t leave,
I am transported
to somewhere
I do not know exists.

If lightening was to
strike me dead,
right now,
my only regret would be
I did not hear the thunder.

©TPuma/MMXIV

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