I’ve a fat-happy Buddha belly
not to be confused
with Buddha mind,
which is arrow-slim and quick
as the knife of Ting the Cook
slicing fresh ham.
I do not claim to know the joys
and sorrows of the koi in the pond.
But I know the pleasures of feeding them.
The fruit on the tree of love
is an apple
I have sampled. And will again.
sweet oranges in the sun.
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