Benign seasons hinder cusped
poverty-aproned buddhas; traipsing
saddleless, gay princes gawk,
rein sharply in, saint
or white bird poised,
hunting beyond muzzled steam.
Gautama sat under bo
before disciples found him,
cormorants moving back and
forth, gaze returning to
the shouting of the
girls, rousing the sun-
capped birds to flight,
serene his inward astonishment.