martes, 29 de abril de 2008

wisps of cloud

wisps of cloud
against a blue sky

when the sage came back
from Japan
after many years away
he said that
the only thing of which he could
be sure
was the nose on his face

the Emperor was not impressed

wisps of cloud
against a blue

1 comentario:

Hugo Milhanas Machado dijo...

Nice poem mate! I guess we betta meet up to have some Guinness fellah. Cheers.