2016 June 29

after the sun's heat
a sigh from the earth leaves
in fog, and cool wind

2016 June 28

seagull bones, dry white
shadows of clouds on the sand
these too, could fly

2016, June 27

exchange of words, the
lost meaning between senders
feathers dropped in flight

2016, June 26

wake up early and
practice the high register
on shakuhachi

2016 June 25

staring at darkness
why don't you give it a kick?
the white-blind mirror

2016, June 24

here on a whim
a rose petal floating
in the turbulence

2016, June 23

tonight mountain roads
Losing a tail-gater
on my way home

2016, June 22

after sleep and dream
making coffee, as I do
every morning

2016, June 21

The scent of jasmine
On this summer afternoon
Resting in the shade

2016, June 20

Cold in the shade
Watered a flower bud, when not
looking, it opened

Midnight

From the mountain pass
The full moon and the city
Light on the water

2016, June 19

in the scrap metal
a forty year old tire
though cracked, still holds air

2016, June 18

shadow and sunlight
together the same--without
one, no contrast

2016, June 17

After the fall,
clearing metal from the scrap-
yard for a garden

2016, June 16

staring at a wall
the cockroaches and I, each
our own shuffling

2016, June 15

crying over tea
isn't it nice to cry in
the empty morning

2016, June 14

brisk wind after two
hours in a metal can
brushes of sunset

2016, June 13

plant under the porch
light, it looks like you're sleeping
in hanging shadow

2016, June 12

in the woods with no

light, figures surround me as

if they were others

2016, June 11

the distant city
ten thousand arms hold
windows of Yangon

2016, June 10

yellow kale, is it
Autumn already? in the
refrigerator

2016, June 9

At the dojo
forget heat or thirst in
the moving bodies

2016, June 8

roots and wires, one
needy, the other needed
to answer questions

2016, June 7

A conversation
at the coffee house, while our
coffees sit unmoved

2016, June 6

The patch of sun, stayed
For a moment, then wandered
Onward with the clouds

2016, June 5

Talk with the master
Stories gone in puffs of smoke
The pistol's report

2016, June 4

Stinson beach hot springs
nodding in and out of sleep
like the moving tides

2016, June 3

Fried beets with rice--glow
in the morning sun translucent
and hot as Spring

2016, June 2

Late into the night...
A ghost nowhere needed, can
he share what he has?

2016, June 1st

Fog through the window
That drips from opaque ivy
Brighter in the grey