Like Issa
forever flea bitten
on the path
through poverty
to enlightenment
or at least

the sting
of no-see-ums
on my face
backs of my hands
in the shack
on the path
to more poems
in praise
of long dead

a long way from
but with love
awaiting the gift
of a child
who will
have a thing or two
to teach

cairns along
the path

Issa said
“never look as if you are on the path
that way no one will ask
where you are

Reach out and touch someone....

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