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PLAYING CATCH UP


Monks,

with their one hand clapping

and gong-like silence


witty as hail storms

on Spring mornings


sit,

open minded


like

a Gershwin

or a Ganges


flowing into

uncharted territory


waiting for the

rest of us


to catch up.

 

 

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