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BRACELET
Sweating profusely under sun
drifing Clark Quay
heading toward Brewerkz.
A friendly Buddhist monk
stops me to talk.
He places a beaded bracelet
on my wrist and blesses me.
Then he hits me up
for a cash retainer.
It seems that religion is
still about the same thing
no matter where on Earth
I venture.
They’re only interested in one thing
and it doesn’t change
anywhere on the planet.
Somehow,
that comforts me greatly.
