After the Haiku

Set-piece, almost. In the predawn murk,
We spy a monk composing haiku by
A glass-smooth lake. Enlightenment!
He writes of it, and we can feel it
Through him until drunken brigands
Dash up, and relieve him of his sandals
And his cloak.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-29 at 13:11

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