for no particular reason
hu walked

downhill

chanting the plum wine sutra

tripping over the line that goes

"sweet dries just as
     a dog's sweat leaps off

          wagging tongue"

you've heard the rest before
though hu wouldn't tell you

being dumb

  in the older sense of the term

and being, characteristically, concerned

only with his own enlightenment

 

here's the torch: hold it
high so it don't drip

on your favorite sweater

--it burns impurities

that had you stuck

thinking

you were important or something

some other life

had you stuck thinking about

wind on your face