By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice.
When the evening sun is slanting,
When the crickets raise their chanting,
And the dewdrops lie a-twinkling on the grass,
As I climb the pathway slowly,
With a mien half proud, half lowly,
O'er the ground your feet have trod I gently pass.
Round the empty house I wander,
Where the ivy now is fonder
Of your memory than those long gone away;
......
since morning glories
hold my well-bucket hostage
I beg for water
During One of Mahler's Endless Adagios
The crinkled crackling
of a lozenge being unwrapped
followed by a yawn—
The Honeymoon
My body is not
Afghanistan so perhaps
it's time you pull out.
Blind Date
Scrabble tiles spilled
across the bedroom floor—
no one keeping score.
The Honeymoon
My body is not
Afghanistan so perhaps
it's time you pull out.
Spring Is Here
With cherry blossoms
swirling again around us—
stop talking so much!
Occupied
when he unzipped
to display his sizable
stimulus package—
During One of Mahler's Endless Adagios
The crinkled crackling
of a lozenge being unwrapped
followed by a yawn—