Shizon Zen

 

 

from ice to freeze

 

to hear below the breeze

 

shaped through the trees

 

a poet to be set free

 

 

 

I walk alone

 

during this miracle mile

 

still to know all the great while

 

the call of the wild

 

 

 

many are hiding beneath the garb of compromise

 

vain twisted lies

 

does it come at any big enough surprise

 

coupled for a minute to flee

 

 

 

from a land called mean