Non-Erotic PoetryBoddhisattvaI now can hear pause
as much as pitch,
sound in verbs like sit or is
without an object noun.
I can hear silence in the wind
before it hits the barn door with
the broken latch and rusty hinge,
and though they say it can't be seen
I can see it kiss the cheek
of every sentient being.
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