Saturday, January 14, 2023

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (383) 


THERE AT THE FAR

There at the far
edge moving away,

the universe
touches sorrow,

the old monk said.

~

THE STARS HAVE

The stars have their
problems too --

burning out,
being eaten,

the black holes
at the center

of their galaxies.
It's not easy going

against the darkness,
the old monk said.

~

IN A CERTAIN

In a certain
kind of summer

at a certain
time of evening,

the crickets, oh
man, the crickets,

and then the stars,
the old monk said.

~



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