Compact Discs

used to dial into talk radio
seeking voices
on this cross-country haul

now it's just hi-fidelity
sun-visor tunes
bags of beat-up
garage sale cds
ready to sing again

remnant forest poem

still a forest remnant
a deeper trail
past the newly dug swail

a few last white pines cling
hemmed in tight
by million dollar
cul de sacs dreams

I sit
let the temple dog
explore twisted old roots
and fresh rodent holes

away from top forty ear hits
24 hour news feed buzz
and wicked twitter wars
yes a forest respite still

long weekend

long weekend work
pulling out rotten deck beams
robe thick covered
in swirling sawdust motes

nail creaking crowbar sounds
pounding sledge hammer bangs
axe thunk plunging into wet rot

goldfinch sings sweet
in thick pine boughs

a ditch

a remnant - a ditch
draining an old swamp
behind new million dollar homes

night foxes wander up the sides
kids build walk the plank 2x4 bridges
couple kinds of frogs
brown toads, and maybe a salamander
tucked down in the rocks and mud

gathering

monks wander in
from varied paths
offering
brother brewed beer
fresh Soju
a guitar to pass
around crackling night fire
songs lift
push out through
the hemlock boughs

scarf

"yer a poet. you oughta wear a scarf."


nah
I oughta wear gritty knees
guitar string calloused fingertips
healing high stick scar
sweat stained ballcaps
a quick smile
and deep monk robes

modern monks

hands swishing
through rosary smart phone beads
head bowed low
moving through city crowds
eyes unseen
hidden hoodie deep

one wandering mass
of modern monks