The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

“You’ll find,” he says,
“The rest’s just

pain and promises of pain.
What Hurts / What Will
You know?”
 
I think –
Long as it’s all the same to you –
I think I’ll be a firework today;
Burn, fly, burst, crackle, fizzle out,
Then dissipate before–
 
I land, I guess.
The me that is a firework,
I mean.
Or will have been.
 
Do fireworks have shells?
 
Sorry, I know, 
I’m all endings today.
Endings and penultimates.
 
But still,
I have to think –
There’s more than sitting
in the shadow of lilacs
hearing fireworks
Death of the Historical Buddha (Nehan-zu) - Japanese Artist, 14th c.
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