Now, I'd like to read a few recent poems more recent
than those, which don't have any particular place
in any sequence as I can see it right now.
Here's another little point for our baby,
"Why I Laugh When Kai Cries."
Nothing is to blame.
Daily hunger, baby rage, the Buddha's lion roar,
and hymns of praise.
Belly and nerves, floating gathering mind
feel pain and wail.
He's getting fat.
I have to laugh at that.