Treasure Island

Paul Hartal


The Famous Singer's House


Once, when the famous singer
returned from a concert tour,
he found his house consumed
by a frenzied fire's feral flames.

His friend the eminent actor
heard about the calamity
from the morning news and
went to visit the prominent singer.

He knocked on the singed door
and was shocked to see
the charred remains
of the once luxurious mansion.

The celebrated singer sat
on a blackened metal chair
and gave a sorrowful smile
to his friend the esteemed actor.

"It reminds me the Zen Koan",
said the famous singer,
"My barn having burnt down,
now I can see the moon."

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
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