my life
there was a road and a man in a car to journey somewhere
Sienese faces
in a row boat discussing personal interests
one cloud like a song moving as a swan
me, I exploded into 3 parts: a man, a woman, and a boat
2.
arriving at the cornerwe have questions
the feeling is mutuala Mt. Fuji
dying in headlightsit’s like the weight of antlers
a white bike chained to a signthe spirit flies
God’s body
is it sensitive like anybody
People and Cut things
he is positive of it she is doubtful they are intimate
to love a stranger from afar looking through store windows in a storm
yellow asters light changes
the relations
yellow asters in a vase relinquishing time
yellow asters and every stage of living after
sunlight is blue, too. does it matter at all what we do?
Signs
Novembermost men will not be remembered
the first snoweven here, even in hell
deep autumnour differences are evident
It’s that time of year the trees talk to one another and I listen in
old trees when they leave It’s like something In history
my aunt never married she watched the Yule Log every Christmas
winter solstice
having beaten myself up
I’m no better for it
a child comforts a childChristmas
between the crow and I another winter
We
people there are here The People now
The People came from all over the world and bought Metro Cards
The People came down from the mountains and filled out papers
The People came down from the mountains and looked out their windows
We all have our mythsome of us go to battle with a giant or a hill
Arctic
glaciers
are in the sink now and soon elsewhere
it’s not going to get betterdrink spring water
radio static in the music there is always sadness
an afterlife?
first clean up your mess
3.
the sea swam onwe sat at the shore wishing to be nothing more
goldenroda field of it is beautiful
indistinct commotion in the background flowers have opened
drifting cloudsthe way the deliveryman puts down the flowers
summer grassa cat I knew once and then didn’t
an egg as like it as a painting
It’s getting late …… I’m going where my grandmother went
My father
set forth into the darka cosmonaut
we begin with a mind and a body, of course like a lighthouse
moves
in the library
I feel I belong as a moose would
like conducting an orchestraobjects and colors
returning from the sea falling asleep reading a book about being
