RINPOCHE (XI)
I left so I could figure out how to come home.
I stayed away too long; the house is empty.
I am deciding how best to look for you.My eye is the director of this short film.
How that tree’s branches mimic your outstretched arms.The woman in the red hat with the man in the red hat,
she could be you, singing a recital of my faults.Who knows what other places I could find you in.
There are so many places.I don’t know how it got like this.
Well, I do.
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