Sunday, July 14, 2019

water tale 1

A red dog
approaches
two girls,
he's spotted
squatting near a river
where a young gull
bobs in the wake
of a red boat.
Both children
expose
webbed toes
they've loosed from
shoes and
red socks.
The red dog, shocked,
runs off.



The trees are eating air.
Where and when did I first learn
that the invisible fed them?
It's led to this -
a walk within their reach,
as boughs soughing,
we, the trees and me,
hear bells ring out
hunger,
supper's number,
at six.







thrush

"...Occasions of hatred are never settled by hatred. They are settled by freedom from hatred."
Dhammapada 1.5




1. 2. 3. 4. 5
I've heard this sweet crescendo
descend to silence, repeat,
neatly marking a turn from dusk or dawn,
a song
drawn out into the light,
while the singer 
remains
hidden.






Wednesday, July 10, 2019

first quarter

suffering disappears.....

gaff

I wrote small medium espresso
because my mind wasn't behind the enterprise,
but following with them, listening to the quips,
I slipped.


fatigue

I slept for 12 hours.
I cannot seem to escape the exhaustion.


the robin

this bird, this bird,
flush throated,
dusk sung,
brings me home.


mind

doesn't seem
but is.
Still.
There.

















b o r o



Monday, July 8, 2019

always tired -
will be good to
have one job,
not two
for a few
months