It all started
after long sleep
and the Sangha the
night before with a ride
thru fog and swamp
and moonlight
Fall apples
bleached meadows
red leaves and
rain, buttons
books, old photos
again
Sat’rdy mornin
ride
high sunflower
pickin’
Freedom at the
bar except
you got to pay for the
drink
Every
week
a mountain
Thru dark
over bridge
closing eyes
fresh like falling
asleep
Aw c’mon let’s
stay awhile longer
grow yr hair
stronger
live awhile
blonder
What is that
sound
wide and thin
and hard
no need for
eyes?
(2014, Cambridge, MA)
