the demon
walks up the street
rattles the gate
looks for loose fence boards
all secure
moves on
looking back
a few times
the tired monk sweeps
watches the road
he's back
same demon
different hat
different hoodie
walking in slow
from the other direction
the tired monk sweeps
watches the road
the demon curses
Lot of depth here. A poem for our times, perhaps. Right and wrong. Good vs Evil. Like the tired monk we must stay vigilant and strong against those demons who want to rip away fence boards and steal our free hearts.
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