Book Break: Zen Poetry Addendum (for Jinglebob)

Perhaps there is one poem in Ko Un's collection, Flowers of a Moment, that both an evolutionary anthropology student and a South Dakota horseman can enjoy:

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We can never again speed
on four legs
over those plains
and ridges where the mist has cleared

Ah, the curse of homo erectus

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No rhyme, no meter, but it strikes home for me...it's how I feel each time I overlook the Missouri, headed west.

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