Saturday, August 19, 2017


       How sweet the grass..
        How calm a place
          To lie bird quiet


   ( for Ronald Baatz )
         

Wednesday, August 16, 2017



         my lips a full moon camellia her belly

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

  

           marsh reeds thin in the purple gold

Sunday, August 13, 2017


         say something more say oxen drift through evening

Thursday, August 10, 2017



            feel the noise flutter by morning fog

Tuesday, August 8, 2017



         what are fingers 
           mine have flown
              ten thousand cranes

Wednesday, August 2, 2017



    as if this planet
       if this autumn 
           night in summer

Monday, July 31, 2017


          afforded a choice of smooth or rough, fat or thin,
               I've taken the path that makes moonlight
                   most difficult to collect, to bear, to believe in

Sunday, July 30, 2017

  
         when you rise up when you lie down the tides in between

Saturday, July 29, 2017



            exit a pale afternoon lamps of the night ferry