anchored between the river and dark solstice
i take comfort in the bright knowledge
that the light is growing surely now
with reflections off the ripples
catching the city of spring
pivoting returning hope
from day to night 
now back again
towards day

#510. a poem in three words

December 20, 2011

a poem in three words

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#509. winter morning

December 20, 2011

i told you that i needed a poem
from underneath your skin
and dreamt of winter sparrows
in the palms of your hands
your glow piercing my amygdala
you undo all your buttons
illuminating the clear moment
i awake to spring answers

#508. sestina of the path

December 18, 2011

today i am walking with the river
the bodhisattva ghosts
are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
in the clear smoke
i think in light

today i am walking with the light
across the elemental river
out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
and my clear mind thinks of time
drifting the bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the elemental light
within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing the ghosts
silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the clear deep music
the element of ghosts
clearly causing the silent voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying the drifting deep time
silently taking in the light
is bodhisattva even in the smoke
the voice of elemental music
thoughts from the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are the smoke
takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in bodhisattva light
voice of this  river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

#507. path sestina

December 17, 2011

today i am walking with the river
enjoying all bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
causing my mind to think in light

today i am walking with the light
taking me across the element of river
clearing out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
who cause my mind to think of time
drifting with  bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the voice of the elemental light
taking me within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing through the ghosts
enjoying my silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the deep music
thinking in the element of ghosts
clearly causing the voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying this my deep time
silently taking in the light
drifting with bodhisattva smoke
clear voice of the elemental music
causing thoughts of the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are in the smoke
which takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in the bodhisattva light
and the voice of this deep river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

#506. path two

December 16, 2011

today i am walking with the light
taking me across the element of river
clearing out of silence i smoke
enjoying the deep ghosts
who cause my mind to think of time
drifting with bodhisattva music

#505. iraq zen

December 15, 2011

roll up
the stars and stripes
place it in its honored
camo bag let’s get the fuck out
of here

#504. path

December 14, 2011

today i am walking with the river
enjoying all the bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
teaching my mind to think in light

#503. river solstice

December 13, 2011

solstice
offers up december 
to the coming beauty
the coming truth of winter
is here and spring is coming
the water is still flowing under
wind ridged river ice fish are still 
growing

a recipe in her own hand for cocoanut cake
i could sure go for some fresh poet cake
bake me a cocoanut cake emily

the words are so familiar 
flour eggs cocoanut cream of tartar 
butter sugar milk makes one half the rule

i can bake the cake but not taste yours 
but reading  your poems i taste
your words mind voice

i can live with that
on a bright day 
in manhattan

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