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The Buddha
by Mary Lambert


He sits transparent
ancient cheekbones hollowed

yellow

Almost not there in triangular
lotus

Sun spots his skin
stretched
over

slight, hollow, bones
the wind

whistles

through.

Queen Anne's lace
dapples him

with

deep, white bows.

He floats.




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