Vineopolis
Zen Flesh
Monk running from tiger
climbs down vine over valley
hangs high over hard rock below
brief respite of is twixt void and abyss
when squeak brings his eye
to mouse gnawing through vine
hungry fur above
hard low below
despair in his belly
he sees one lone strawberry
big red and glowing
growing from cliff
plucks it
and eats with pure bliss
– Smith, 3.22.2014
