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…”

“Sometimes you can’t see the sun when it rises.   Sometimes the clouds overwhelm….”

“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…”