Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Young Monks

a young monk went missing
down by the garden
I bristled and chastised
red faced - shaking robes
tongue whip waving
why aren't you removing suckers,
weeding, picking out rocks - novice?

young monk looked up
I'm picking out the rocks from my heart.

low bow and move on, back to the temple

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