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| Tim Kavi's Celestial Typists |
Kavita #332
by Tim Kavi
the monkey runs around
laughing
his pursuers slip on
banana peels
and peach pits
are left glimmering in the sun
he is Sun Wukong
or Hanuman laughing
playing
tickling the underarms
until sages are almost
annoyed
the place is the jungle
22 celestial typists
type randomly
until all the names of God
are listed
quite by accident
until the paper is expelled
a well meaning sage
wanders by
almost blinded by the whiteness
of the page
he reads with wonder
and nods his head
a cosmic explosion follows
an old man buys his young
granddaughter ice cream
she smiles
he remembers when grand papa
did the same for him
he smiles
the nearby crows
hope the cone is dropped
on the way home
through the park
another child swings
and plays with balloons
life goes on.
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