a life of cheerful simplicity
I stumbled on this poem I wrote when I turned 40.
First day at forty Looking out and looking back A big sky – high with spackled clouds Evening rooftop in Jerez. Haven’t thought of that these many years Why suddenly now?
First day at forty Looking out and looking back A big sky – high with spackled clouds Evening rooftop in Jerez.
Haven’t thought of that these many years Why suddenly now?
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My heroes are Hakuin, Bankei, Rabelais, Montaigne and most Tang dynasty poets. And whoever invented beer. And motorcycles. And I like cats. Will that do?
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