Tuesday, September 21, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (13)
IF MY BONES
If my bones
were any better
than no bones,
I'd be better,
the old monk said.
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SO THAT'S HOW
So that's how
the fire dies,
the old monk says,
the last atom
of smoke
curling away.
~
THE OLD MONK SAYS
The old monk says
when you don't know
what to say, you should
say what you know.
~
