Hanque O . . . - Her Unique Abilities

She had the knack of inertia
Drifting on blue water sans float
Arms folded beneath her head, legs akimbo

Basking in the backyard, ignoring wasps
Absolutely still, mulling, I suppose
But to all appearances in limbo.

Was it inner peace or something else?
A trick of shutting down
Casting herself into a spell.

She wore a Buddha's smile
Not a trace of furrow, thinking thoughts or not.
Did she have the knack of that as well?

Hanque O . . .

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