[Down The Highway>

A book thrown out a car, Pages burning on the tar, Embers of words flying In the afternoon wind.

Who scans these pages And reads the unsaids? Flame of the acetylene torch, Flame coursing in one's veins, Flame in the blue unblinking eye!

[Trio]

Chambers of light echo Of half finished dreaming:

Folding and unfolding of a cloud, On a summer afternoon, in the depths Of a high mountain lake.

The way sun rises braising The chambers of one's heart With life giving fire.

The green of a frog's croak In a sudden thunder storm And silver rain on lily pads.

[Twin Geese]

The honk of these geese, Inked on a mercury sky, Drips as black rain from Their wings: a rainbow In monochrome.