A.D. Winans
A BIT OF ZEN
monks in
meditation
have no need for
explanation
2 Short Poems
I stare into silence
Empty space has no vision
Restless ghosts
Eat my words
11
71 going on 72
A tiger escapes the zoo
One dead two maimed
The moon mocks my shadow
keeps gaining ground on me
like a child playing leap-frog
with an old man and his cane
Copyright by A.D. Winans