Tuesday, March 23, 2010


The beggar cries for the moon
     to be a silver dollar.
The rich man empties his pockets,
beats his fists at the prophet's door,
and cries in his sins for a long while.
     The dreamer,
unbroken in the meditation of his days,
brings his bow and violin.
He consults the ground,
     the animals,
     and the fog
that he sees for perhaps the first time.
He entertains the beggar and the rich man,
and charges no quarter for it.
Animals come out of the fog
and reveal themselves
for the first time.
I cannot say what will happen after that.

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