Sunday, February 16, 2014

my passive friends, the egrets,

my passive friends, the egrets,
 don't know i'm here
little white butterflies flutter 
hello so near
come the egrets
welcome me back home
they're happy, too
 sun is high
 cold rain clouds passed 

 blizzards in Brooklyn
egrets stand and stare
water's clear fishes run
there's no there; only here
Han still flows north to south
motorcyclists continually use the bike path
only i have changed and grown
heavier and weaker in my bone
getting closer to where i'm going

2-17-14