4 am
low motor sound in the cul de sac
black sedan full of young men...boys?
scanning for opportunity
key fob relay thieves, or
tools from the trailer out front
- maybe gas from the shed
the tired monk emerges
from the cedars
puts down his morning tea
120 000 lumen flashlight
clicks on
illuminates the temple yard,
and startled faces
one burglar turns
jogs away
jumps...splosh!
lands in thick ditch muck
tumbles into the side door, and away
one shoe remains
stuck in weedy slime
