teeming with people at lunch time—
the smell of fried food
Morning train
station—
uniformed young man
strides bysmiling, with a gun
A solid grey day—
people so slow and
sleepyin the calm still air
*
Cracking explosion
rips through the
packed evening train—old man dropped his cane
Lying under sky,
my breath rising and
falling,cars breezing by
I do some yoga
before the party—and
nowI don’t want to go!
*
Drunk man savoring
his cigarette on a cold
stone bench at dusk
Alone on the beach—
friend at the end of
the worldcalling out my name
A beautiful mood—
you don’t see it go,
you justrecognize it’s gone
*
Caterpillar train
crawling out of its tunnel—
sleepy grey morning
Whispering rhythm
from some earphones
on the train—sleepy grey morning
A parade of garbage
sliding along the asphalt—
cloudy morning breeze
so many faces!
On the phone he
sounds
like a little guy
who squintsupward when he talks
Everywhere I go
I hear a chirping
cricket—it’s my belt buckle!
*
Honking geese and whoosh
of a train by the platform—
heading home from work
Black bird on a post—
doesn’t budge when
people passon the path at dusk
Little dragonfly
buzzing between
green branches—slow-falling feather
*
A green baseball field
speckled with stars of seagulls—
misty morning calm
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