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