where we deposit all sins of excess,
failed solutions, self-lies to find
their next hatching. You absorb each one
without judgment, our grandmother buddha,
tenderly ignoring the endless missteps
worked by this scrum of larkers.
We spin on, sneak your cookies,
refuse to sit still. Through it all,
you maintain your meditative hour,
at the struck time glance to confirm
that the last stuttering imp
has made it into bed by night’s fall.
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For my favorite and ever willing resale shop, the Brown Elephant.
Poems from in between 
6 responses to “Brown Elephant”
I love all the action and movement in this, the personification of Brown Elephant, the quirky humor, and especially “their next hatching.”
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Thanks! It’s what happens when spring cleaning happens in winter.
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Sounding like one very satisfied customer.
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More like ‘trying to not feel guilty after packing up more useless stuff for the Brown Elephant’. Glad you enjoyed it —
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Very fun. I love the idea of a grandmother Buddha.
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Thank you. I do think there must be a very forgiving grandmother out in the heavens somewhere for all of us spinning tops. Better a buddha than any other image!
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