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.
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.