#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#404. every morning

October 12, 2010

casting about
no excuses
must face
my face
mirror
mirror
my face
must face
no excuses
casting about

distortions never lie
dormant my reflection
always seems to cry

#403. what is jam?

October 10, 2010

vision
swiftly comes and goes
falling
fruit ripens on the tree

the days ascend my mind
spins its silvery webs
to trap worlds
within these
words

vision
slowly passes up and down
falling
fruit rots on the silent ground

#368. editor meditates

August 28, 2010

massive
sargasso desert
fruit branch
root
brain scissors too to
a manyhanded labor more
passionate at last a passion
revealed rejoicement
reverent

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