Monday, October 18, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (37)
SUCH RHYTHM
Such rhythm,
such a show of light,
that moment when
it all goes
Go,
the old monk says.
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SOME BERRIES
Some berries
and wind
and sunset,
the old monk says.
Supper.
~
THAT'S THE NICE THING
That's the nice thing
about springtime,
the old monk says.
Even the old ones
get frisky.
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