Left Behind By the Rake

Left Behind By the Rake

Left Behind By the Rake

A Poem by Thomas John Nudi

 

I never understood

“Zen gardens” until

I got a cat—

 

cleaning the litter

is daily meditation—

scooping clumps of piss and poop.

 

At least there’s life I’m raking

for; I’m not just pushing

rocks.

 

But who knows why Heian folk

preached it and taught it as faith,

or why an executive rakes at his cherry oak desk.

Lost

Lost

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