Meandering above the asphalt streets, The autumn moon lights vendor stalls; From dawn to dusk the city beats A song beyond Manhattan’s walls. Across this land the Rocky Mountains Conceal the trees and western sand, But here another day begins, Anxieties and troubles at hand. …
Read MoreFarmer
A poor man on a tiny plot Imagines beyond the forest green; No words of the wise can mend his lot, He bears the burden as if a dream. He plants his field and tends for autumn, Singing a song of the land he sows, …
Read MoreWestern Clouds
The sun goes up and soars on to the end For me to chase somewhere beyond, alone; Today I’m here to rest and meet a friend, By dawn I’m off to seek a shore unknown. It’s been near fifteen years without a rest And now …
Read MorePostcard to Manhattan
I drifted south to follow the call of birds, Then hunted around my former haunting grounds Out west, where all was won with sand-swept words, I think, once in the red-baked canyon towns. In the wind somewhere I hear a whistling stone And stop at …
Read MoreFor the Reminiscing General
The General went fore, a prisoner of war,Enchained at the enemy’s behest;But now he’s back, the dust is slack,With wine I greet my guest. We sing in verse of skies and birds,Forbidding a barrack word;With spring before, we leave the warAnd howls of night unheard. But peaceful …
Read MoreSnow Woman
I. Upon the hills The air was dry And dead trees hung Beneath the sky As cold wind blew The snowflakes fell— A frozen kiss From icy hell The boy was young Of thirteen years His father weak And full of fears The trail grew …
Read MoreCrow within the Yellow Leaves
Successive years of falling leaves, as gold- Enameled flowers flitter out, around The garden nook, with simple stories told To fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee cold And spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown; A …
Read MoreWhile You Were Gone
while you were gone I walked in smoke as you spoke in tiny motions to the tick of a clock drawing a cord you took me there forever filled with fear and dead, but I’m here— weaponless and alone I was with you when you …
Read MoreIsland of Song
Afar I row a little boat,An island of song and show;Ashore I leave a nighttime noteOf footsteps laid below. For now it drizzles mist ahead,Mixed in with dark night green;I walk a path where willows tread,A painted river scene. I open the door and see a roomOf …
Read MoreIdle Spring
Today no toll in work or soulAs spring is green with ease;In Central Park I make my markTo see the cherry trees. A bird lets out its welcome shoutBeneath the building glass;The wind lets bare a woman’s hairIn lovely, flowing mass. I know the moon will come …
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