the road is so busy
M.Scott and Robert
heads down debating
Jack flicked his butt
into my ditch
waved
Paul and Luke
hurried west
gathering
Basho stopped
on his journey
wrote a poem
slept on the porch
a tattered father and son
stopped - end of the drive
fixed their shopping cart wheel
with borrowed tools
the tired monk dragging
empty roadside bins
back up to the temple
pauses
ponders
somedays...it is just getting to the road
Proverbs 3: 5-6
Sometimes, you just blow my mind, TM.
ReplyDeletelove it, tired monk!
ReplyDeletethough i am giggling madly because i had to read this THREE TIMES before i realized it says "flicked his butt" and not "LICKED his butt." in my first two readings, Jack was a dog! (thankfully) hah!
maybe another cup of coffee for me :)
the road can be trusted
ReplyDeleteto be there, whether we
want to walk it or not.
great writing, ollie!
This is great. I loved the subtle references and the great feel to this.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can see the Tired Monk pulling those bins with his weary arms....I cracked up over Marian's comment. Hee hee. Maybe I'll write THAT poem - I have lots of dogs!
ReplyDeleteit's because it's WHITE on BLACK and my feeble eyes can't handle it. (obligatory nudge, hint hint) (oh the eye strain) (good thing ollie's poems are short) (xoxo ollie)
DeleteI was there!
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteThe journey of life itself....Perhaps having faith in one's own direction can make the path a little smoother and straighter....
Loved this very much.
Eileen
Did Thelma and Louise smile as they passed?
ReplyDeleteLove it. Love Basho on your porch. Hope he stops by here!!
ReplyDeleteall the naming. all the lives. always, the road.
ReplyDeletexo
erin
I understand Ollie....
ReplyDeleteJourneys within journeys - great observations.
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