I look like a pregnant buddha you said and you
did walking slow step by step beret cocked slightly
fine ash cane finding solid ground you moved alone
brightest skies surrounding you enveloping you more
and more pressure upon you as you descended before
our eyes making your way only one stop from your
home to the park its fountain still flowing and
though consumed as you were by worse news and unwelcome
findings your eyes smiled as if the truth
to the edge of smooth water that ...
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