Jan/Feb 2006 Poetry

My Buddhist Beginning

by Charles Clifford Brooks III

My Buddhist Beginning

little blue marble,
locked in great grandmother's
fragrant tin-
       i found you
       poured out in apples.
you there at my Buddha's feet.

how funny
that i found you
in that
old bronze box,
       you looking
       so young and rescued.

i'll discuss
your finer points
often on my journey.
keeping you
in my top desk drawer,
       i'll discover you
       and we'll
       read this poem together.


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