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