Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Spring Ode

      For Keats

      The rain fell, and carried with it petals
      Which cover sidewalks, pavements wetted gray.
      The pigments, pink and yellow, boldly splayed
      Along the path, promote a stroll's abettal;  
      Each step and breath awakes one to one's mettle.
      For who can stay asleep at Spring's display,
      And worry on and wander on one's way--
      When blossoms, yet to bloom, remain unsettled?
      While one may forget the colors in one's wake--
      And stare in wonder at the leaves' aplomb,
      It seems the trees are banked upon a lake, 
      Their canopies, reflected in the calm.


Saturday, April 26, 2008

No Change In...

       No change in chance meeting.
       How are there
       Expectations, desires.

       Silly mystery,
       Blissful Folly--
       Hope it won't go.

       The dream, realized;
       River drifting...

       Further complicates
       Divine joys--
       Divine moment following.


Thursday, April 24, 2008


    Drinking Moon After
    The Rain.  Little bird on small,
    round plate.  Little spoon.


Saturday, April 19, 2008


   The Pope's in town for Passover.  And you know what that means:  All out religious war!  So come on, get out there and give a flyer for your team.  Tibet's not involved and Oprah's gone Buddhist...right?