Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.
highway parts landscape;
butterflies jink and loiter
as cars speed through.
One who doesn't feel
a lot at home anywhere
Begins to feel a little
at home everywhere.
He sees not strangeness
in strangers --
No more than he sees
in himself.
Any one place is not
greater nor lesser
than anywhere else.
Lands of gold and riches
are as likely devoid of
authenticity - of soul -
as impoverished places
are dripping with it.
wildflowers bloom
-- sheltered by boulders --
on stony ground.
ox-eye daisies
ripple in the wind, or
when tousled by hand.
white blossom clusters —
Cherry trees of Early Spring:
some blooms blush, some not.
the bonsai tree
isn't a BANZAI! tree,
yet looks 10,000.
NOTE: “Bonsai” [盆栽] means “potted plant.” “Banzai” [万歳] means “10,000 years,” (in the manner of “long live the king.”)
hot summer day,
sitting downwind of cascade:
misted by spatter.
I would not like a tattoo.
I would not like one - old or new.
I wouldn't like one in a Zoo.
I wouldn't like one in a canoe.
I would not like one,
Ham though I am,
I would not like any body-spam.
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