Christ the Teacher, across from me,
Christ the Teacher, behind my back,
and there are always circles,
circles when I'm sitting here.
Christ across from me, the Teacher,
in the shadow of Mother Nature,
lowly under Father Time,
squatting over there.
Behind my back, the Teacher, Christ.
I licked the snow off of his back
last night, or at least
a few nights ago.
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