As I Climb(Poem)

Cricket on the granite steps
a Yoga asana
or a Kung fu move
hard to spot
in the spy-movies lights.

folk music and dog barks
in the cosmic background
as the lizard near the light
is investigating and tracking
the migration of insects like
Sherlock along with its Watson.

Chinese clothes on the nylon rope
suspicious of getting dried
in the dark-American winds.

One crazy cat has loosened its fur anarchy
onto the world with night king eyes
and convicted paws.

the ice-dipped
winds and the shadows
of unknown lights
erect the silent goosebumps
on deforested body
as the legs pass the stanzas
of concrete.

—Drunken Monk

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