the breach

    configured elliptically 

                                       dressed in brown loafers

    standing in a puddle 

                                        reading the New Haven Record

 and munching on a Baby Ruth

                          said when I was in the Rangers 

                                               we swam olympic sized pools in full gear and pack

    but the shrine was still empty 

      too much rain 

the colorful days were written somewhere else 

 the bald headed buddhists

    were trying to sweep out the mud 

          from the temple 

             smiling 

       laughing 

falling in the water

I went back to the hotel 

                 for a drink