Three sticks of incense lit before a Buddha
and I'm making myself happy in a cave in China
trailing a tourist bus full of colleagues
teaching little to a few before
eating something dead to please someone else
absolving the driver of blame for the tortuous road
and the Chinese peoples for the weather and
wondering what the old poets who roamed here
did before the steps were set in stone
before the guides knew the entire history
of each pine cone and snowcapped neighbour
with blues in my ear-buds
wondering what Li Bai would've thought
of John Lee Hooker's mother "It's in him
and it's got to come out" just like smoke
from a cave on the side of Tai Bai mountain ...
Still milking that trip.
Andrew
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