A driftwood Essay

forever and flawless
those un-plucked flowers
pressed in poetry volumes
and the ocean.

oddities of memories
as river stones, well rounded
in their patient education;
as punctuated coffee stains,

those discarded sutras
by accidental monks,
who learned calligraphy from
the rain.

what clever lines
the cipruss roots, embroidered
with lichen ‘nd worm trails.
how fertile those monks are now,

as love is recorded
diligently, in chronicles
of a child stomping in
the rain.