Bookshelf poems#2

Hermit on mountain Lights his old wood fire stove House – given Car – given Settles for prayer Same time, same place, Year after year , No fuss , no big deal, He just does it Doesn’t brag Doesn’t talk of visions Doesn’t tell people In deliverance country He’s a monk Loves a feed Fat […]

Morning

Night has gone! Birds are up playing Charley Parker Crazy birds Of the Strathbogies It’s a long way from Kyoto, No cuckoo sings , Just those bloody Magpies!