#377. no place like it (ldw4

September 6, 2010

the crowds
and kids are gone home
the rivers run singing quietly
the city’s spirits rattle
echo down worn hot
cobblestone mazes
and cool rooms
call me to my
sweet bed
and you

#376. oscawanna (ldw3

September 5, 2010

hazy on
the hudson
where its a river
clearly the lake nearby
and the leaves on the water
floating knowledge of the future
in the beauty of decay
and the delicate pleasure in time

#375. max and yetta (ldw2

September 4, 2010

lower east side
hard buzz
labored middle
knowing everyone
is here with me frantic piece
work peace the best that can be done?

i can smell the burning clothes
still i share the sorrows

#374. labor day weekend one

September 3, 2010

which is it
that my ancestors
fought for sold thier kids on
dreamland or america the thief
medina of gold or thief of dreams
i know what my grandfathers would say

work harder

green shoot
growing in the diamond
sand learning healing
dancing smoke
in the wind off the sea

#262. home brewed

May 14, 2010

fire roars
sound of hot
water banging
merrily against
a round steel kettle
the rustle of tiny golden
leaves sprinkled exactly
into the strainer a bouquet
silently and sweetly awakens
the air before the whistle calls
you into the kitchen to gather cups
and cookies to pour and steep our tea
in the beautiful japanese clay and bamboo
pot

gentle evening of our universe
murmurs home

#242. hearth

April 24, 2010

in the glisten of evening
my girls return my spirit
to the life that remains
mine to share

water slaps
earth groans
metal squeals
wood creaks
flame snaps

#234. Jin Xing

April 16, 2010

pure sheen
brave shine
reflecting
light gold silver
flame from earth
and the water
collects courage
gathering bamboo
in the autumn
decline

#233. Shui Xing

April 15, 2010

stormy
river runs grey
foam blue water
wearing shores
of stone and earth
down to sand and silt
passing from fear to calm

water at the bright surface is
the same as in the dark deep

#232. Huo Xing

April 14, 2010

fire
the gift
is sparking
the flame is
enough to warm
the blossoms tasting
the fragrance of creation
flickering in the light of life
laughing

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