I Have Learned to Wait
I have learned to wait in traffic jams without cursing.
I have learned to wait for the boss to come without sweating.
I have learned to wait for the light to change without tapping.
I have learned to wait for the pizza man without drooling.
I have learned to wait in the airport security line without complaining.
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Where Was Mindfulness?
Why didn’t they teach it in school?
Was it the paranoid right wing lunatics
Who were afraid their kids
Would become free?
Or were they just allergic to change?
Where was my mindfulness?
How did I miss so much?
How my mother was like
Mona Lisa with massage oil.
How my father made the roosters crow.
Where did I put the keys?
How could I leave the bags behind?
The present was always devalued
Just like a domestic beer.
The Race
It’s 2 p.m. in the fitness center —
Empty as a beggar’s cup on Soi Langsuan.
The rat race continues in the tall buildings that encroach the green.
The winners are scheduled to show up at six.
OK, maybe seven.
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