For the moment, a poem…

201118_lIn No Man’s Land

Wise Kung Fu

 

Waited out

One whole moon

on ‘is lutestrings

 

What tunes could fill those twentyeight days a woman’s monthly round

Did he have a copy of the classic anthology at his fingers’ tips

Asleep fingers twitch dreamquick licks

 

from March End Prill

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