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Happiness (3)

The moment you turned to me on W 4th St.

Your gentleness to me

The hard winter grass here under my shoes

The frost

I knelt in the frost to your parents

The warm

light on the right hand side of your face

The light on the Buddha's eyelids

I knelt to my parents

Their suffering How

much sleep there was in sleep How no

suffering is lost