smoke from a new stick of incense
fills the cold room
with the scent
of a Japanese temple
or the small room
on the second floor
I used to meditate in
the one I had to unlock
with a kitchen knife
9 November 2013
Oak Street
poet, interviewer, musician, traveler
smoke from a new stick of incense
fills the cold room
with the scent
of a Japanese temple
or the small room
on the second floor
I used to meditate in
the one I had to unlock
with a kitchen knife
9 November 2013
Oak Street
Published in Buddhism Japan My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry
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