Thai monk, eyes closed
I read Things Not Seen
Wanna follow blind
My Irish eyes are green

Lemon tree very pretty
And the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is a thing one cannot eat

Me on the Mekong River
And on the Baltic Sea
Beckett Bridge at twilight
What will become of me?

Friar Thomas D'Aquino
Silent at the end
They got a divorce as a matter of course
And parted the closest of friends

                       Italy!