Perfume
 
I hardly know
which flower it comes from
this fragrance
 

La Luna
 
The moon has withdrawn
behind thin mist
others are welcome
behind her screen
as ardent lovers
 

Night Sky  

A wild evening
in the distance
over Oregon
the milky way
 

Ode to Spring
 
The willow tree
beside the sorrowful stream
will dream, dew drenched
until another spring

Urban Riot

Gathering at bus stops

Challenging synthetics resistance

with steady persistence

An army of drops

changes the streets

into islands and oceans

Soggy shoes grace unhurried feet

Ushered into motion

As rain takes reign

(Thank god i remembered to forget my umbrella)

Hastings Street
 
Sadness stands on the street corner,
asking for money.
It’s cold
and he has only
one arm.
Our coins are not the sun,
our coins are not kisses.
This is the way
the world
fails itself. 

Courtesan memories

Gieza combs

the water of the long

wave of her black

hair, toes just

edging out

from the pool of

kimono around

her quivering feet

Silence

What god knew

to take her speech

She never said

"I loved you"

She always used

her eyes

Taking down the pictures

Moving out of the father`s house

taking down the photos

little holes in the wall

like footsteps

of a beast in the snow

that didn`t get very far