by Koye Berry
I was instructed to ask if you believe
In rubbing the big bellies of Buddhas or trolls.

If so, I must know
Whether you wish and what upon---

The arc of a comet,
The depth of a well?

There may be heavy lashes
And level teeth,

Friends or interests that mend our separation---
We may have many mutual things---

But nothing, nothing without luck:
My namesake.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (April 29th, 2008)