A Demand
(draft of a poem)
Guy at the poetry reading
asks show-offy questions.
No interest in answers.
I gaze at the poet's
dusty shoes.
In a Q & A session
after a Dalai Lama teaching
a man demands he be told
"in a few simple words"
how to achieve Enlightenment.
The kindly teacher,
without any words,
gazes at him intently
for a good while
and begins to weep.
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