to my friend on his meeting a new lover

February 25, 2007

You told me you are two moons now
and monsoon you do not yet see.
Maybe you will orb away from me –
and I know the law: the Buddha’s lamp
lit pages that wrote themselves in our sky.

I will let you go. We will talk again
when your clouds are wisps, and the green
dresses your land, rocks split gently,
houses and rooms and windows
whispering afterglow. All true friends know.

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