You know a Buddhist
I know a Buddhist
Our friends know a Buddhist too
And then the meter reader called
The meter reader’s time unfolds
Your friend is going to retreat
My friend he retreated too
He took some time to find himself
And there he then he found you too
And there and then
He found you too
You know Buddhists
I know Buddhists
Our friends know Buddhists too
And then the text machine
Of mine I scrolled
The text machine
Of time unfolds
Your Buddhist friend is going to die
It’s all we ever know
He’s arranged the words
For you to say
Upon his dying day
The never-ending words
For you to say
Upon his dying day or two
You knew a Buddhist
I knew a Buddhist
We all knew Buddhists too
In time lifelong films
Rich picture rolled
Lifelong films
Of past times unfold
Your friend is coming by
That day
A slow opening cocoon
The butterfly
With dual wings
Emerged beneath
The blue sky
Amid the
Orchid meadow
Our lives of love
They never die
They never ever do
You know a Buddhist
I know a Buddhist
We all know Buddhists too
You know a Buddhist
I knew a Buddhist
We all know Buddhists do
From the Collection I Suppose You could Call It Country, available on Kindle
