Lament
My friend told me about her new baby today….. well I guessed anyway.
She did not look too happy….. a clouds ragged edge, switching from night to dark.
I heard a campus moan, without a ladder to the sun…..
” This is how it’s going be” she told me.
Someplace the fireflies are readying themselves for a late summer baby.
Sick on my journey
- My Picture
I met a man today…..
with bite-back blues.
He told me he read
Ishiguro…..
and was good at medical English.
I asked him
” Is there ever a resolution to anything?”
At the fence he told me
“We all tell stories”
He declined to answer
any more questions.
But told me about intersecting circles
and being misunderstood.
So I never asked him about medical English….. or if he thought life can sing itself away.
Ageless
A Picture of a picture by a local artist here in Xinxiang.
Have you seen this place,
the sky, the sounds and the agony……
red cross blazing high and wide.
A ruby sun, unrequited
and slashed by snaking tree-lines.
Walking warily, in half-light moving…..
we talked of horseback
and watching processions.
While others watch the burning forest deep,
and hover in ageless light.
Girls shyly huddled behind each other,
waiting for a snarling lead…..
and the boys…?
…….lumber high and low.
Searching for the perfect black, oily haired girl.
A flitting shape to gape the sky and blink the stars.
Spring in cold sunlight
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My Pictures: Medical Humanities Class…..a characterization of pain…
Time crawls, face droops
the shadow of a lone tree
silently waiting……
Ponderous framework
and over-designed systems
burrow deeper in.
I am ready to go anywhere,
to touch the trees and spiked beaked flowers
dancing in the breeze.
And see the black bumblebees
mesmerizing their audience,
to become warm once again….
A mothering blackness
My Picture: Mahjong in Taiyuan.
Five in the morning,
drinking till the sun comes up.
Unable to slow down,
a single raindrop holding on for life….
I remember a dazed starling,
blue wings and orange breasts.
An iridescent creature,
beating a course to an open space.
A red-haired pterippus,
untouched, unclaimed territory.
Now, there is blue and grey……
no one really won.
A festive devotion paid per use,
chances to hang around some familiar things.
Forbidding Flight
My Picture: Pictures on my office wall.
Music in the wind,
talk of spring now.
To remember some smiling years past
willing its way to the top.
Last night,
cactus pain all over.
One star stung a sad song….
What else can I say
in this dead of night.
A rose fades
My Picture
A bunch of roses clutched
in your warm hands.
Gives him a place……what a team
of rare plant flowers
and alternate passions.
But plague and rude voices
dimmed the light,
of its splendor and summer winds.
Now the sounds must seem like echoes,
and shouts of shaming silence.
Dark place
My Picture and drawing.
Facing west, a dark forest.
One tree island
vanquished by the sun.
Each day the hounds
pursuit their breathless prey.
The she dog grown thin
from honey sick love.
Against a smooth dark sky
nothing to have at heart,
half an existence.
And there I see…..
estranged to myself
the lateness of the world……
and only the beauty to be.
Sunday morning
A picture sent to me my one of my students
A Wandering Poet 