Lonely Wheel

A bayside promenade; elect your blue Danube
Many old fingers peeling off shreds of corn leaves
Moonlight on water, shimmering a pale yellow black
He strums on the banjo string; yesterday too tight, yet today too slack
And he got all his karmic memories back

A struggling Siddharta, a mantra from the bowels of Brahma
The universe at his core;
Then with a serenity piercing roar
He spins the lonely wheel of Dharma