I first noticed the group of monks because of their robes
They stand out.
And today, these outstanding gentlemen have some work to do.
One of them is in charge of the saw
And today is a climbing day.
Two of them balance precariously on top of the fence surrounding their temple.
They perch to clean the sign, prep it for a new coat of paint.
While three others are obscured, stuck in the tree.
Until the saw moves
Back
Forth
Back
Forth
Until
<CRACK>
And the green falls to reveal from underneath, perched precarious
Two saws and three oranges appear
And the work continues.
Get Up Eight 
We’ll, I didn’t expect to read another post about monks this month. I thought for sure i’d cornered that topic. We’re the monks you observed on their cell phones?
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Heh, not this time. Plenty of ‘old meets new’ and the phones are winning the war of attrition eh
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Love the imagery of this post and how the shape of your poem resembles the orange tree or the precarious balance. Reminds me of my time in Asia observing monks.
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Such a fun read and play on words, definitely an ‘orange tree’!
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