Neighbor
As my son and I
Lazily wandered home
From the park
We came upon
A yard with
A Buddhist monk
Warm in orange silk
Seated upon a riding mower
Perched upon a trailer
Hitched to a pickup
And I wanted to be polite
And I wanted to be polite
And welcoming
But did not know how to greet him
And then we saw
Below the truck
A fat, grey rabbit
Nibbling away at green shoots
And our delight over the rabbit
Seemed greeting enough
And the monk smiled.
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Oooh, I like this!
This is a cool poem! Very unexpected the whole way through. I love how you’ve positioned the monk – he keeps getting higher and higher, the more pieces of equipment you mention. And then you pull the reader down to the earth with the rabbit. Well done.