Sunday, April 10, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (171)
SOME HAIRS
Some hairs
are split so fine
you can see
either side,
the old monk says.
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POEMS ARE LIKE
Poems are like birds,
the old monk said.
Some of them stay
around and sing.
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YOU CAN'T
You can't
think about
not thinking
about it
without thinking
about it,
the old monk says.
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