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.
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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.
~
