Building a Stupa —(Listen)

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Assemble a tower for Buddha and watch it fall
……………………………………………—Anon

I stack stones carefully
finding their centers of gravity
the lump of one fitting the nook of another
building a precarious tower in the grass
near the flowering purple plum
under a clear sky with a breeze
catching the nape of my neck
mussing my gray crown of hair
as dad once did with his hand
reaching across the seat
as we drove somewhere

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Jim Culleny; April, 2009

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