Why Did Bodhidharma Kick Up His Heels?

by Ken Ireland

All boys of eight
Should don white gloves
Clean as traffic cops,
And bow before giggling girls,
'May I have the next dance?'
How else stem the rush of hormones, and
Pray for ease
As tiny couples shyly move
In the line of direction,
Marching to the measured pace
Of Miss Comer's spinster sister's piano waltz?

With luck, the beat of
The Dragon's dance
Will stay in China where it belongs.

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