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….”

“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…”