Three poems written at the passing of Nonin Chowaney.

ten thousand reeds, bundled, 
dance across the path—
this aging broom.

~

a broken reed,
remains behind—
ahead so much dust.

~

deer boy!—
master proclaims!
a water spigot washes his hands.

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