Every morning, the age-old sun Renews trees in the forest, And the river below in thick fog. Trees sparkle, the river gurgles In the waning fog. The shy Morning-bride lowers her eyes behind a veil of dew As the gleaming high Noon-groom approaches her In a golden carriage driven by Appollo, Bearing gifts and smiles, … Continue reading Morning and Noon
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Looking for My Muse
In this divided world, At the ancient age of three-quarters of a century, Navigating back to the places looking for my muse, Where, when, and why… How about my poverty-stricken childhood With a wise grandma who fed me and loved me When mom was out of town looking for work, Or a uniformed schoolgirl believed … Continue reading Looking for My Muse
Guest House
The wide grey sandy beach is strewn with dark seaweed In front of a guest house built on a boulder. The pungent, salty air lifts the half-staff flag For the victims of the recent random violence By a lone shooter. Come into the guest house to share a warm cup of tea And drink words … Continue reading Guest House
Ring of Fire 