484 kilometers away...
...lets call it 500
the rain has passed
raging fires are quenched
a few wisps of steam
the air crisp clean
here the rain storm of the north
is just a steady mist now
the tired monk dribbles
shoots bank shots
swishes mid range jumpers
under the maple tree rain shadow
Thank heaven there was rain! We are praying for it here and hope it comes.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! The tired Monk keeps himself agile and strong in the face of the destruction of Man made fire and smoke. The tired monk and the Maple Tree..they got each other's back. Your book arrived. 5 stars. Glad you put your poetry on paper!!
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