The Winter Sutra

This Dharma, incomparably profound and subtle.

A dark dream of plastic flowers
      left on the roadside.  We remember the dark age.
Snow buddhas slowly melting; seated silently
Soft eyes become leers
      at the fat cop going from door to door.
A small offering hangs from Kannon’s arm
      to hungry squirrels.
A lecture on the Winter Sutra.