Monday, September 06, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (4)
SOMETIMES I MUST
Sometimes I must
put on the hood
of loneliness,
the old monk says,
so I can hear
the world singing.
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HA!
Ha! the old monk said,
these days I write them
faster than I can
gather them. That's why
they're scattered on the floor.
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NO MORE
No more tonight
than last night,
the old monk said,
counting the stars.
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