In my pocket
Why
Have you not yet
Spoken ?
Why do you remain
Mute ?
You are adequately
Charged -
And yet you do not
Ring !
What am I to believe?
That he does not think
Of me -
That he is sufficient
Unto himself
As if
A boat
Tossed upon
An assure sea -
Oh me
Oh my -
What am I
In high school?
We are senior citizens
Here -
Facing
Imminently
Our own
Demise
Dancing on the deck of the
Sinking Titanic
Comes to mind
Do we never learn ?
Do I never learn ?
To become so Zen that
The cessation of existence
Is merely a philosophical
Question ?
Oh but the Zen Masters never
Knew
Such a one
As
You -
If they had
Their Haiku would have been
All about
The strength and the
Character
And the kindness
Of you -
Forget about
The grasshoppers
And the cherry blossoms
And the moon !
- Still the phone sits
In
Deep Meditation
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