dancing on the good foot,
getting down on the one--
white boy lost in the funk

for James Brown

sometimes I fear the beauty will never stop,
and all that will remain of me...
molecules. . . flying apart

for Jorge Luis Borges

foggy crosswalk--
old Chinese couple shuffling
long after the light has turned

east winds roll clouds
into the mountain; rain falls.
tears without name

singapore souvenir --
"for some kinds of pleasures,
there are no defenses..."

little tank SUV's
roll down broken streets,
war zone freeways

all gifts come from the gift of this moment

morning--
tea leaves in the pot awaken...
just before I do

used Zen poems--
between the pages,
the receipt of the first owner

thinning light,
thinner hair--
winter

I keep wanting to do--
yet all that I do
I don't