
a writhing dragon,
is painted by the sunset
in vivid colors.

a writhing dragon,
is painted by the sunset
in vivid colors.

the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.

summer sun so bright
the sunflowers take a break,
& turn backs to light.

summer evening:
long shadows climb steps
their source won’t reach.

a shaft of sunlight
sneaks past a blocking cloud:
summer sunset.
Walking the ruins
of some old Buddhist
university,
I entered a chamber,
and found myself
confronting a Buddha,
its head obscured by
a bolt of sunlight.
I thought it might be like
one of those Angkor Wat
crop tops from when Pol Pot
had the heads chopped off
all the Buddhas to make
some quick cash.
But the head was intact,
just blotted out by blinding light,
and I blinked my way into sight
of that serene face.

gray-green waters
shimmer in summer sun:
leaves flutter onshore.
bulging undulation of water, the rolling topsides of wave bumps catch a blazing white shimmer every square meter is in unending flux, shifting & rolling, growing & shrinking the wake of a ferry causes wave to roll into wave at odd angles, sending the ripples into a cross-hatched madness of bobbing water i watch for hours and the same sea never repeats

light makes greens greener,
and clouds glow brightly; its lack
makes the blues bluer