Sunday, December 3, 2017

“Climbing the Mountain”

I burned incense, swept the earth, and waited
              for a poem to come…

Then I laughed, and climbed the mountain,
              leaning on my staff.

How I’d love to be a master
              of the blue sky’s art:

see how many sprigs of snow-white cloud
              he’s brushed in so far today.

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