Parable

The gnat swims my cup
Of elixir, riding waves of careful
Sips. I drain the
Sweet dregs and strand the groggy mite
On inescapable sheer glass
But use a nearby
Wooden
Clothespin clipped to the rim,
Set it next to the buddha,
Return to making
Music
Soon we see our hero,
There on buddha's dry
Everest
I