Wednesday, December 29, 2021

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (91) 


AH, SUNSET

Ah, sunset.
Sometimes light

makes its own
deal with night,

the old monk said.

~

WHEN THEY SPEAK

When they speak to me
they tell their stories,

the stars,
the old monk said.

~

SOMETIMES THE BRONC-BUSTER

Sometimes the bronc-buster
breaks them and sometimes

he gets broke,
the old monk said.

~



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