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CHANGMING YUAN
Butterfly: A Parallel Poem
as if to light the candle reached out from the dark window a white butterfly keeps beating its wings against evening, stopping by every household, delivering the same message to the local residents though they do not seem to want to take it you will never forget this single butterfly mono-coloured, yet karma-led
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PAUL HOSTOVSkY
The Self
It was a Buddhist lecture on the Self. There must have been fifty people in that room with the eight Vicissitudes, six Stages of Metta, four Noble Truths, three Kinds of Suffering and two ceiling fans spinning, spinning. She was sitting on the other side of the room, touching herself. I couldn't help staring. She was twisting a strand of her long hair round her fingers absent-mindedly, listening to the speaker, holding it up to her lips, sniffing it, tasting it, eyeing it doubtfully, then letting it goŚ She caressed her cheek, her forehead, the palm of her hand cupped her chin, fingers drumming. It was a pensive attitude lasting only a moment, for her hands grew restless again, and she started hugging herself, her left hand massaging her right shoulder, her right hand making excursions to the hip, belly, armpit where it moored itself with a thumb camped out on the small hillock of her left breast. I couldn't help wondering if she could feel my eyes on her body the way I could feel her hands on her body on mine. "Don't attach to anything as me or mine," the Buddhist speaker who was Jewish before he was Buddhist was saying, "because attachment is the second arrow." That's when I realized I had missed what the first arrow was. And then, as in a dream, I was trying to raise one of my hands lying in my lap like two dead birds, belly-up, to ask.

look for PAUL HOSTOVSKY's Unlikely Loves, a Chapbooklength feature, at poetryrepairs.com in the October Issue [http://www.poetryrepairs.com/v11/c10.html].

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there's a phrase inside my mouth a sentence on the paragraphic verge of consonance a promise to be mutually resolved in perfect syntax
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CHANGMING YUAN : Butterfly: A Parallel Poem
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