Jul 24, 2011

Poem: A Monk Reads at Table

at table reading,
our minds most likely a cacophony
of invective, misery, and lower back pain.

There is silence. -- 
Usually amid the drone of listless
-- put an asparagus spear in your
mouth --

the tables are urchin gray; the reader enjoys
eating in silence is all we can ever do

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