Thursday, August 25, 2011

POEM: "Today The Lesson Is Fresh Air"

Today The Lesson Is Fresh Air

A 60-year-old man, and she is 23
And naturally she is very beautiful

Walking on the bridge he breathes
The air suspended between 2 peaks

She waits for each word, she presses
His hand to her ear. He doesn't say it.

Sunset seagulls play shivaree below,
One has what looks like a banana peel

Zen lessons years ago he remembers
Detachment from all that causes pain

Though desire can make a lousy poem
He will not carry her from his mind.

© 2011 Rob Schackne

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