….Guadalupe in his hands
he remains a witness
as his ceiling expands.
The cats play on the carpet
they frolic in the scene
their tails tell a story
of the silence in between.
Jimmy Ray remains mysterious
hanging in the trees
his vision moves beyond
just prayin’ on his knees.
Yes Buddha is a maverick
doesn’t play by the rules
he invites me to his chapel
Says it’s a Mystery School.
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That’s a good poem. send it into the Atencion, james rayburn joyce.