Sunday, January 15, 2023
TEN OLD MONK POEMS (102)
NOTHING
Nothing
at the bottom
is left
at the top,
the old monk said.
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YOU WILL NOT
You will not get rich
representing poets,
the old monk told
the novice literary agent.
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YOU LIVE
You live on the mountain
long enough, your forget
you can touch the stars,
the old monk said.
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YOU FALL
You fall into what you want,
the old monk said.
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IF SHE HAS
If she has rosy cheeks
and she's smiling,
maybe she likes
scrubbing floors,
the old monk speculated.
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WE SCRUB
We scrub on our
hands and knees so
we're already on our
hands and knees when
they come through,
the servants told
the old monk.
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THIS UNIVERSE
This universe --
maybe it is just
God's fastball,
the old monk said.
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SOMETIMES THE WORDS
Sometimes the words
want to go right
through the paper,
the old monk
told the poet.
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THIS UNIVERSE
This universe isn't
all God has to do,
the old monk told
the scientists.
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DOES GOD
Does God know
what he cannot know,
the old monk wondered.
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