Thursday, December 8, 2011

Monk
I met a woman with sad eyes. I placed in her hand a Humbucker poem and said: "A tired monk gave it to me, now it is yours." If true happiness came to her, I'm not sure. But her small smile told me a weariness was rising from her soul. This city, this Square Corner is my home

4 comments:

Laura Maria said...

So so beautiful!!!!

Old Ollie said...

oh that tired monk oh those square corners...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is just so wonderful!!!! The poem and the tale it tells. Glorious! and who would not be uplifted by a Humbucker poem?

Janet said...

Don't you wish this poem was a painting?!! WOW! Beautiful.