Arrows (A Koan) Poem by Leslie Alexis

Arrows (A Koan)



The grounded arrow is most dangerous,
Chance befalls the arrows in flight.
The grass is green where the rabbits play;
In the hand every arrow kills one.

Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis

Saturday, January 29, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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