Sunday, October 16, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (334)
IF I TURNED
If I turned my mind
to a single thing
I could write an epic,
the old monk said.
~
IF I COULD
If I could remember,
then I couldn't write --
too much detail,
the old monk admitted.
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JUST WHEN
Just when you think
it's gone, here comes
another one,
the old monk said.
We'll never get
across the train tracks.
~
