A Monk In The Garden

  Upon rising & pulling away curtains of slumber to the finer points of morning, in the garden below I can’t be sure, but there appears to be a Buddhist monk curtsying to flowers beckoning from their beds… Gathering the ruby folds of an oversized gown, the monk waves to gypsy moths with the flash […]

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Leptis Magna

When I was young,
there was a house I knew,
towering & full of brick,
on an upscale, uptown street,
different from all the rest,
w/a yard surrounding all it’s imposing facades,
like a castle moat
w/ no drawbridge.

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