Wheat Ears, Selected Poems

Owls

He climbed up stairs

wearing an empty saucepan

on his head he wanted to call

the muses over let them

spread benevolence and arts

to rabble but the gardenias

folded up and the finches balked

so without any followers

he stood

looking down as less and less

men remained in the plaza until

he plied his speech and rats

started dancing and the owls

who know wisdom shut

their eyes in embarrassment

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