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american koan #92

Posted to Action Poetry




they opened the church door
and no one was inside
they had all risen
to higher consciousness
yet will appear
now & then
in the vestiges
of city bricks
& suburban visons
& rural outbacks
& when i point my finger
at a pumpkin
don't ever think my finger
is the pumpkin




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