The Awkward Silences

Perched on a cushion
I’m a buddha
Of a fashion:
With a thousand yard smile,
(Immune from irritation),
I will outwait you.

With awkward silences.

Humbled by creation,
I am numb
By consolation:
With a devil may care sigh,
(Indignant with compassion),
I will outwait you.

With awkward silences.

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