let us praise the ghosts
tired as they return
home to us
let us pry open a time
until nothing is left
unremembered
let us pray we can shine
redundantly into a day
already radiant
let us practice coming
to the reopened door
with hope
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Pic: This is my favorite thing--sorry not the dead flowers and the gunky birdbath--but yes, the flaking Buddha statue with the verdigris and faded prayer flags and the accidental hole in his thigh and the CHIPMUNK FAMILY WHO SHELTERS INSIDE HIM.
12 comments:
I have the exact same Buddha statue, flaking and all!
let us practice coming
to the reopened door
with hope...
I love it.
That last stanza is aspirational, in a good way.
Nice
The third stanza is very poignant for me today. Wistful and wishful.
I love your poem, it's lovely. And the chipmunks in the Buddha are perfection.
I love knowing that, Nicole... is yours outside too?
Thanks, Jenny!
Thanks, Steph!
Thanks!
Thank you, Nance. I'm not a fan of "redundantly," but couldn't find a substitute. I can feel sadness emanating off you since the election... I'm so sorry, friend.
Thank you, Jules! I agree about the chipmunks--something about it is so *meant to be.*
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