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Reflection

Now wait just
one darn minute!
We were talking about
the end of desire.
Summerland. The absence of
attachment. Simple
Don’t care, don’t hurt
don’t know, don’t hurt
don’t desire, don’t hurt.
What is this?
Lotus opens
spinning deep
in the green fields
of my chest.

Copyright 2000 Elizabeth Domike