ZEN IS ONE
Roger A. Davis
Our garden has one rock, one piece of sand
In one oyster is a pearl
One hellacious hourglass figure
One day, she opens her lips
One grain left of time
Zen, the grace of a woman
These writings extend from the 1970s to present; most written in the last few years. I have been called a narrative poet. The writings are more enjoyable when I recite them and tell background stories.
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