Berkeley sidewalk
munching on french fries –
grizzled crow
moments
valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues
heartache
floats…
in Nothingness
cool spring afternoon,
light breeze, rippling leaves:
long sleeve t-shirt
now playing,
birdsong at dusk
music on the livingnet
weeds in the garden flourish
unconcerned
their days are numbered
Sitting in the garden, drinking Chinese tea,
smoking a favorite cigar,
speaking aloud lines from worry free poets,
finding myself the same.
February sun recedes into shade –
simple pleasures, simple life, simpler man.
what good fortune:
stopping,
the smell of roses
low over the valley,
honking geese,
blossoms of fall
hopping from the arbor up the roof
grape thief jay
flies prize away
neither the flypaper
nor my hand
keeps the fly
from its appointed buzz
never too old –
college town shop girl
smites heart with smile
different and the same,
different and the same –
the beauty of her face,
the beauty of this cove.
different and the same,
different and the same,
her face, this cove,
beauty is the same.
seagulls float
on waves in the cove,
I float on the ledge above.
above the weather
until thinking of you –
clouds at eye level
for CN
wind-flashed hints of red
from the Chinese pistache –
first notes of fall
late evening solitude –
lightly, quietly,
thoughts resting on you
for BB
102 in the evening shade –
birdsong welcomes night
slowly, softly
garden yin, garden yang
doves and jays
pecking at scattered seed
morning white highway noise,
once made an anxious beginning,
now lulls me awake
hopeless –
a romantic till the end –
a look, a smile, a lilting voice and dreams arise
I tell myself, “you’re too old,
too bald, too fat…”
no matter, dreams arise
tiny grasshopper, green as the leaf it eats,
lives to eat another leaf, and not because of its color
everyday pine-top crow
takes the high ground
caws out to the world