Saturday, January 30, 2016

In the Spirit of Rengetsu

Through fleeing clouds
quivering new moon
pale calligraphy

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tiny crooked cup
stolen by the beggar child
look the other way

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thin blue skin
in a cold winter bath
scrubbing hard

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between lily pads
a serious little face
koi kisses her nose

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heartbroken lines
crossing down the page
emptying into the sea

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longing for friend
alone on a journey
the cries of geese

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the arrow hums
a rider hits the target
the perfect word

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Americans


we are not philosophers
    we are dancers
our reasons living, moving
    in our gestures
poets of the life-now
    going, going carrying
just enough of that
    Shakespearian rag
in our blinged up, red
    white and blue
backpack

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Saturday, December 19, 2015

December Sleet

Cold, icy rain pulling
all the heat from my bones.
How fast the black clouds
breaking over the Cascades.

I'm thinking of hope—
no sentimental gloss
no slight of hand
no "it's gonna be fine"
the vain pasting over the jittery chasm
all tight and cold...

Hope like a spinning dance
in a Spring wind,
a joyous doggie kind of hope
nosing up and tossing the new snow,
this human at one
with the beach
part of the waves
the prolonged easy beat
coming in slow,
careless under
messaging stars.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Going West

the beaches are far away
over the mountains
past dried out vineyards
on, on along rivers, running
running away down paths
down bleached stairs
over spiky grasses
across rows of rippled sand
until there's a tidal reach
where the water searches for me
a touch just remembered
blurred and muted
like an ebbing song

Sunday, December 6, 2015

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