stubborn bull
to deliver a wreath
of stones, blow
through a broken trumpet
there are no answers
your Zen are monks afire
there is an answer
in a wastebasket
on a paper folded
silk sheet falling from her body
silence! for once, naked, listen...
water follows a path of least
resistance: raindrop
suspended in moonlight
copyright © Brian E. Langston
published in Octopus Dreams: Poetry In Baltmore Anthology One (PoetryInBaltimore.com, 2007)