Category Archives: Poetry

I woke too early later I thought that ok and made up the bed   imagination in a tight corner a coin a Canadian   & a lost fairy who points due North to a wall not under the bed

while I was there too apart from that I was of an old ox walk’d by   I took ten photos because the light never chang’d green a good color   as for celadon yesterday in Chinatown I fed him a bowl

inconsequential an eternal infinite an indecision   doubtless the oddest attendants who encounter umbelliferous   rainbows toe to toe no-one there before I said gentle orchards bend

and as no other in the garden that I made remembers the rain   green blue or gray leaf only remind you until I am as color   six is a number one may subtract or arrive nine maids by always

daisy petals bind the piney forest needles where the wind forgot   while I said love not to the hay scent’d sunset in the scythe made rows   of the midnight lanes in the fallow moonlit fields where a white horse stays