Sometimes I Get Distracted

Throwing a ball

like a bridge
over an old wound

like a cape
thrown chivalrously
over incoherent muck.

Catching it
is easy.

“Now toss it back,”

says the Zen monk
standing in his garden
centuries away.

Elaine Equi

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