type

i)

whatcha got there?

this here is
   a semi-automatic typewriter

yah need a license fer that?

   not yet


ii)

a old remnant pulled outta
deep basement corner
a bit dusty
but surges to life
ready for words


the tired monk

salt

monk robes hang
below shrugged on parka
tattered hem soaked heavy
in clinging ice

bare monk feet
wellington warm
ploughing through crusted snow
temple dog runs back up the trail
at the next gusty cold wind blast

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mitts on vents
sweaters over chairs
robe dries slowly by the kitchen fire
remnant snow boot puddles disappear
leaving only a few salt rings

a question

you really the tired monk?

yeah
bone weary tired
beat burdened
but still ready
to serve

propped up
by temple dog walks
a few warm holy songs
maybe a slug of highland healing
bit of Drambuie warding
off this winter cough

yep
held up by these monk robes

...just