Friday, June 17, 2022

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (228) 

 
THE WIND IS

The wind is writing
the grasses' stories,
the old monk said.

The river writes
the cottonwoods'.

~

THE OLD MONK SAID

The old monk said:
Take one, any one.

They're all the same
except the ones

standing on their heads.
They're strange.

~

YOU START

You start a little late,
you'll get there faster,
the old monk said.

~



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