Temple
a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside
a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside
in a copper bowl
beneath a blooming dogwood
a robin splashes
–
sudden showers-
a crow flies
through the rain
dark attic corners
within an old cardboard box
dusty memories
–
summer boardwalk-
sepia toned
memories
I am but a leaf
countless among the masses
on the tree of life
–
approaching autumn-
spring leaves
begin to fall
a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread
–
trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand
a thousand lifetimes
wasted following the path
of least resistance
–
spring dawn-
first sunrise
seen again
a table for one-
looking for some privacy
and a little peace
–
bryant park-
a blanket
dewy grass
a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on
one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness
–
pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head
this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic