Monday, October 03, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (328)
SOMETIMES
Sometimes
a hermit on the mountain,
sometimes
a Trappist brother,
he doesn't
always remember,
the old monk.
~
I WILL GO UP
I will go up
the mountain and up
the mountain until
the mountain wants me
to stop,
the old monk said.
~
HOW MUCH
How much waste
do you want to
generate
to get a good one
the old monk asked
the poet.
~
