
And hoping yours is fine, as well.

And hoping yours is fine, as well.


clouds conform
to a volcanic cone
like a blanket

a dragonfly lands
on a lotus seed head
without making sway

the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall







an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

two roosters
on a paddy dike:
a flash of black


