Ripple of Jackets

 

 


Years ago
I had this friend that was instantly
dear to me, heart-warming existence.
She also had a partner into
assessing my behind while saying:
"It's like that."
Embarrassingly hurtful.
Given confusing conditions, he also got
to invite me for a boxing match.
As in to fight with him.
Last time I saw her no words were spoken
and I saw way more of her jacket 
than her.
She had hung it, so white, close to mine
among hundreds of heavy coats and jackets.
Bright turquoise was easy to spot, I suppose.
That simple friendly gesture made me smile
until the black leather jacket 
I found later, covering both of our jackets.
Her partner, again.
           ripple of jackets
            crippled hearts 
I put my jacket elsewhere, not wishing 
to get any further into a nightmare, 'à trois'.
That's the last time I saw her.
When leaving the course hall, 
I found a daffodil plant
under my hung elsewhere jacket.
I'm nearly sure it was her.
A goodbye gift I left there;
not sure it was for me.
I hope she's fine, heart-warming existences,
happy, healthy, free, and still alive.
           ripple of jackets
            crippled hearts


 

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“People would like to be able to take a pill that makes their fear and anxiety go away and makes them immediately feel peaceful. This is impossible. One must develop the mind over time and cultivate mental immunity. Often people ask me for the quickest and best solution to a problem. Again, this is impossible. You can have quickest or you can have best solution, but not both. The best solution to our suffering is mental immunity, but it takes time to develop.”

– Dalai Lama (The Book of Joy)

 

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