Reading Sutras

Actually it was Han-Shan I was reading, same ancient Chinese Tao poet who inspired David Budbill.
So Sutras? Meh! Artistic license requires no road test.


Reading Sutras

   A paper wall divides me from my friend,
which Max the Cat, unrepentant, paws, claws down,
and walks over as the Panther through the grass

  I laugh to see him cross my lap,
strolling upon the roadmap to Heaven, without
  understanding he isn’t uninformed,
and I ask what value has my souls’ immortality,
  to push away this warmest of all friends?

 

 

Ten minutes later, writing this,

  and I hear a hum,

my cellphone? the radio? a fog horn?

  no, just snoring donut Max,

docking at the ports of slumber