there is poverty in your lunchpale
… and when the arapahoes came
to
the quintessential passage
where
the devils go left
and the gentlemen go,
a chieftan and a samurai
spoke
from behind a stone, covered in
fragrances spilt when a war was there on that spot,
years ago. days ago. tomorrow.
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I found this quite mysterious.
It moved something in me.
“Something”.
Will have to think about it!
Cheers!
T Gyatso
April 16, 2011 at 3:52 pm
a chieftan and a samurai
spoke
from behind a stone”
puzzling poem.
Evelyn
April 16, 2011 at 3:53 pm