Tuesday, September 21, 2021

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (13) 


IF MY BONES

If my bones
were any better
than no bones,
I'd be better,
the old monk said.

~

SO THAT'S HOW

So that's how
the fire dies,
the old monk says,

the last atom
of smoke
curling away.

~

THE OLD MONK SAYS

The old monk says
when you don't know
what to say, you should
say what you know.

~



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