May 2014

poet's park
only the rustling grasses
on this trail

bird loud day
the after-echo
of nothing

fourth act . . .
my soliloquy
in the clouds

grey Buddha
a halo of hydrangeas
soften the stone

dead silence
the scattered remains
of a big bang

not expecting
such fucking fruitfulness
this pulp of love

south-sea breeze
a colonial oak's
death rattle

autumn road . . .
the sound of emptiness
in my footfall

stillborn lullaby
the stretch of the milky way
between our voices

the echo
after ever after
autumn silence

gibbet dawn . . .
the jangle of silver
dangles down

cancer ward —
nursery rhymes tick-tock
bitter clear

amazing!
I awaken still me
after sleep

night of stars!
the hairs on the nape
of my neck

may day —
a geisha flowers
within her

may day —
flowers re-occupy
their shadows

sea breeze —
the end of time
rustling

the tui's descant
irridescence teetering
at the edge of light

winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface