If You Have to, Use the Ruse

Get out of talk,
Or you’re still in
Town, who cares where
You sit to talk.

Han Shan might have
Been a myth, ruse
Dreamed by a monk
Who wrote those poems

And claimed to find
Them on trees, rocks,
Scraps in the breeze
Left by the crazed

Sage from the cold
Cave on the cliff.
But if so, still,
Ruse spared monk talk.