






herons & egrets
wade in pond algae,
blindly fishing.

Oh, no, no! Don’t you get your gun.
It’s not that kind of wicked fun.
It’s just that rough and tumble stuff
Where one can say, “Enough ‘s enough!”
And go your separate ways, knowing
That the fight is still ongoing,
And it’ll never really be done
‘Cause it’d never truly begun.





a lotus opens;
its yellow pod shining
back at the sun.

a bright moon
casts a pale glow,
& deep shadows.




red blossom-laden
branches race across
blue summer skies.

a yellow field
stands warm & bright, even
under rain clouds.


