Quite far Out there,
is a soul interested in a Soul
who is interested in That soul.
Quite far Back here,
I am interested in That soul.
This Haiku: Why A Servant
My shoulder feels nice
It is silky and most strong
It is free and warm
Did You see the stars?
Lo, I autographed their dust
as they dined on mine.
She Shall
Take but not tame, your trouble
Soothe but not still, your restless soul
Be but not block, your exits
This Haiku: Endless Trails
Old, new, four or two
Just tell me it has a clutch
We’ll need no seat belts
This Haiku: The Theatre
Would a wise woman
Let her soul wander there? Where
no place else will do?
“Good Morning”
I want to be barefoot for this.
Off come my shoes, for this theatrical hill with its ironic script and organic tea are akin to Heaven.
An ecstatically amusing Heaven.
You Checkered Flag
My 13th trip
Around the Sun
I heard a cry
It sounded like
A big hard smile
A crinkled nose
Two laughing eyes
A light lit deep
And since that time
I understand
My racing heart
Eternal flame
It was always
You. Checkered Flag.
Slingshot
I lick chops
with the pack.
Keen eyes look
with the pack.
Call to Moon
with the pack.
Raise up young
with the pack.
Stir up fun
with the pack.
I don’t hunt with the pack.
The Pull
The Moon can’t shift
I know It can’t
But if It could
And was inclined
There is a place
at this Green Earth
Where It could sit
And calmly watch
The stars
