Keeping up Zoo Time
And the passing of a Lonely George
I ask, in whispers, giggling behind hands, soft
What do you think? Of a vision quest?
He answers with Lamas…
Little hands and mine reaching up for a soft touch
Meanwhile, missing the sign….
Still! When the universe is on loudspeaker…..
they call out.. Lama is coming!
Looking up, sugared smiles
Stupa at dusk
A magical bridge
Bright with lights.