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Where Buddha Was
Jim CullenyI thumb down the pile of books:
Paper Dance, 55 Latin Poets
Wislawa Szymborska, Poems
New and CollectedPoetry Like Bread (maybe the way
my mother made), Poets of the
Political Imagination
And Billy Collins Sailing Alone Around the
Room
which is pretty much what we all
do to a great extentuntil, at the bottom: Precise V5,
which is not a book at all
but the label on the black penthat lies there in
incandescent light at the
bottom of the ziggurat of books,
its axis aligned with their stepped spines
upon the golden oak table so perfectly. Therefor a moment Buddha was.
“See,” he says, “I'm not so far-fetched
as you'd hoped.”
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