wrote and read and wrote

then I manned the lifeboat to 

her warm welcome shore


it was your hands in

mine this morning holding this 

frayed book of prayer


here I am holy

forgiven  betrothed to the

greater force within 


imagine both of 

us rolling in the leaves  born

again in the earth


besides playing the

piano  I would like to fall

here  these woods  someday


nude turtles and tea

child of option tastes the rain

full May moon   shining


like me  laundry

un-ironed  unfolded  my

crude ways unwelcome


what if there is no

middle ground and we do not

get away easy


suddenly  out of

nowhere  I find myself with 

bouquet of haiku


earth remembers and

repeals  decides  over-rules

our rude presence here 


love and grievance fall

softly on this wintry day

smokestack kills the sky


I climb this mountain

to root myself  be cut by

the wind of season



father old pine on

path fallen the glacial cliffs

grow bright with morning

sometimes the clown sobs

fighting hell’s geometry

buckling at the knees
may the fallen leaves

outnumber your grievance

your tea warm to the taste
all I am I owe

to the man above and the 

girl upstairs asleep
summer greenery

billows into the night to

forgive each green leaf
sunrise eastside Dag

Hammaerskjold Plaza   weeping

cherries   springtime snow
old sun settles the

debts of Lowell   goodnight my

sad  blue angel friend
on dry grass wind the

sad songs of men echo from

fields   children at play