Sunday, March 06, 2022
TEN OLD MONK POEMS (57)
THE HAWK ALWAYS
The hawk always wants
to spare enough mice,
the old monk says.
~
POUND, POUND
Pound, Pound
on the end always
ends it,
the old monk told
the
drummer.
~
THE STARS DON'T
The stars don't control
your destiny,
the old monk says.
They can't even
control their own.
~
SOMETIMES HE'S SO FAR
Sometimes he's so far from town
he can't see the lights,
they say about the old monk.
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YOU'VE GIVEN UP
You've given up
before you give up,
the old monk says.
~
IT'S NOT AN ITCH
It's not an itch
if you can't scratch it,
the old monk says.
~
THERE THEY ARE
There they are,
the stars,
the old monk said,
listening.
~
HALF A MEASURE
Half a measure
is more exact,
the old monk says.
~
IF THE MULE
If the mule
ain't in the mood,
the old monk says,
you might as well wait.
~
ANY TWO THINGS
Any two things
are related,
the old monk says,
once you see both.
~
