Brother Andrew
spreads the page
of the book bound
with his hug palm.
I take in
the chill
in the large room;
he towering,
smiles
his Manchurian smile.
It were way
room were laid
in cell
that brought me in,
this monastery,
he says.
The page edges
were of blue and red.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
Brother Andrew
spreads the page
of the book bound
with his hug palm.
I take in
the chill
in the large room;
he towering,
smiles
his Manchurian smile.
It were way
room were laid
in cell
that brought me in,
this monastery,
he says.
The page edges
were of blue and red.
A YOUNG MAN AND THE BOOK BINDING MONK IN 1968
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