Tuesday, May 26, 2015

s i g n

empty the boat
bhikku says

now in the night sky floating
guided by star-making

12 points this star
now 14
the inner hole widens
passes through

Monday, May 18, 2015

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

measuring the soil

the rain disappears into


doesn't matter
cannot be measured
disappears into

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

adjusting to
weather's force
mistake to take
taping the missing torn
returning the wrong blue
you will lose everything in the end
why not give it away
over and over again
until you've understood
what matters most
an always understood
or illuminated

Thursday, May 7, 2015

a l s o

w i n d h o r s e

the weathering foal
the shoals, the shores of
this wind

the stillborn embalming
it's the rhodo in the dendron that does it
this death
that foal's sustenance
which is held in the death
as dust would be by water
as a pool forms
choosing her milk baby's
that is, after her water and the dead one
also wet
left her

this was her first flower moon
coming between them
in spreading dust over one body
watered in to earth
the other tamps its broken body closed
running wobbly into the wind.
i touch you in my sleep
i am dry as a bone

t o m b ( t o p o g r a p h y )

spreading dust golden week