its color fading
the pale rose faces the West
Avalon's waiting
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Peony
I do not accept
the size of this peony
pink as a dinner plate
and good enough to eat
where
do they bloom
in early November?
the size of this peony
pink as a dinner plate
and good enough to eat
where
do they bloom
in early November?
Monday, November 09, 2009
Visionary
11.09.09
the words are written
or engraved
in subways or on parchment
the scratched and clouded glass
obscures sun
wings
dust
the geese flying above the lake
and you
the words are written
or engraved
in subways or on parchment
the scratched and clouded glass
obscures sun
wings
dust
the geese flying above the lake
and you
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Catching
this train is coming
in a few moments
we will get on board
find seats
observe the woman with the cane
the mother with two kids in a stroller
the travellers with suitcases
we are all on our way
to Oz
in a few moments
we will get on board
find seats
observe the woman with the cane
the mother with two kids in a stroller
the travellers with suitcases
we are all on our way
to Oz
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Waiting In the Rain
10.06.09
mist like walking in a cloud
or dream
connections
made a train a stream of thought
people missing by moments
or waiting in the rain
mist like walking in a cloud
or dream
connections
made a train a stream of thought
people missing by moments
or waiting in the rain
Thursday, November 05, 2009
At Heart
i've packed my suitcase
again and again
removing and adding
and then
starting over
waiting for the train
that doesn't come
or comes with cars
too crowded to board
I pack and unpack
again and again
the empty station
the empty bench
I empty my suitcase
again and again
waiting for the train
which will carry me
to the place you have
travelled
while I packed my suitcase
again and again
again and again
removing and adding
and then
starting over
waiting for the train
that doesn't come
or comes with cars
too crowded to board
I pack and unpack
again and again
the empty station
the empty bench
I empty my suitcase
again and again
waiting for the train
which will carry me
to the place you have
travelled
while I packed my suitcase
again and again
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