Basho rides his frog
into the corral of the ages
-a rodeo of the succinct!
traffic sounds may talk
that way to skyscrapers
but never to a forest
Sunlight reflects off the moon
to glimmer on the pond.
What a bank shot!
the slow drip in the
downspout took me within
an inch of my life
the moon,
melting slush of a thumb,
looks for a ride home
after the shower
a moment’s rivulet dreamed
of the raging river
The freedom of the wind
urges the tree
to come along.
are there any differences
between moments
when we don’t reach
as the sun lay on its side
for the night; clouds danced
with mischief in the dark
lava flows of ink
stretch across the shredding
rice paper mind
libraries, the museums
of domesticated trees, shh!
you can still hear the breeze
Solid thunder
capped in lightning
Mount Rainier
Puget rain
like the future, steadily
pours through us
dawn sun no longer
can remain behind the window
-orange and gold frothing
light looking up out of a river
is a marbling flutter
and makes the world dance like spirit
days can be impossible
-draw the chill night over us,
it will warm by itself
Puget Lines and Edges 