The Buddy Holly Poem
It’s so easy
when you realize
that all the squirrels
on the shingled rooftops
of Milwaukee
are Buddha
that all trees shake green
in the wind
that the moon is you
Sing
that the whole of every note
is individual and one
that love is free
every day
on the blue earth
Listen to me
by Maurice Kilwein Guvara
from Touching the Fire
Anchor Books, 1998