Swift Clouds on a White Sun

“swift clouds on a white sun in the warm of winter  a storm passes…”

My Job as a Poet

“my job as a poet   is to stare at a fountain   trying to come up with the right word…”

“Swept into a sound like waves,   it falls, riding the flurry,  twirling through the long lonely space  between heaven and earth…”

“Enthroned on the highest branch,  the crow sings  crowned by a faint half moon,  robed by the blue sky,  cawing the melody…”

“White seeds dance softly  under the canopy  between the school   and the weather-beaten houses—“

“Heat, tiptoes on the surface,  leaving footprints, on the wearer…”

“The full moon glared / It terrified me  / Its white eye searing  / To the heart…”