Postcard from Paul

Paul is out of the country again.
He sent me a card from Japan.
He got a job at the Imperial Palace.
He sweeps the paths outside.
It is a zen job, he says.
It makes him happy.
It is a sustainable, green job, he says.


Walk in the Woods, Again

I went for a walk in the woods.
Same pretty trail as last time.
Came upon John’s tent.
Who was there?
What the?
John was still ‘out’.
Paul invited me in.
He wore an orange robe and his head was shaved.
“I’m a Buddhist monk now,” he said. “I’m donating all the money I gathered from the bank to charity.”
“But, aren’t you on the lam?” I asked.
“That has been worked out with Mayor Armapple.”