satori, not sodoku--
burning garbage
as it snows.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a streaming of air thru serrations
of green and momentary
enlightenments of beak and wing--

so fall songs
from these winding trees--
so roots my solitude
in errata.

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

your heart is sad
and i am glad
your heart is sad--
it means you are not false.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
in love
with the feel of form--
the snow in fog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am not here to remember
i am not here to forget--
the universe is without question
and i without answer to give--
my loves rest fitfully
upon love, wide-eyed and true--
these mouths themselves are words
of wisdom, if wisdom rue--
here is the moon, a river
here the hawk, a spell--
i am not here to remember
i am not here to forget--
here is warmth contending sorrow
a shrew bled out in snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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