Friday
Arts and PoetryIn Sutrayana
In Sutrayana
In Ashoka Bhavan
In the Astor Suite
In the rocking chair,
I remembered.
In the handicapped bathroom
In Shambhala, DC
My father and pipe wrenches,
teflon tape (the leak stopped)
Holding me
As his tears fell
Over the loss
of sons
Now from the Rocking Chair
in the Astor Suite
the mirror turns from pale yellow to pink;
and Acharya Greenleaf’s eyebrows arching in mirth
and Acharya Bower’s gentle smile
fade
At the end of Sutrayana Seminary