The river flows
how soon we forget

the winter snows now
here among the violets

as if we are to go
for a drink at the fountain

and what sweet water
comes off the mountain.

POLITICS

Scams and slams
from sins tricks

and the assassin
who can win

no one doing their part
without a clean heart

in a panegyric
of politics.

Sitting by the ocean
by the rocks

of Newport
by sands of time

remembering times
and faces

now set to a memory
of words.

The earth
is full of glory and memory

it was also a lonely sky
of many radiance

for a poet
who will shine.

I made an elephant lamp
for my aunt

at summer camp
in the Vermont forest

I rest the memory
of my childhood

by her kitchen
wooden cupboard.  

the sun
leaves our memories

in front of our eyes
without impediment

the morning relaxes on
in the nests of time

the rocks by the sea
are shadows of prayer

hours astonished
to delay her by the tree.

As an outsider
in the garden

even the spider
seeks pardon

for the web
he wove

offering us
a treasure trove

of enjoyment
in his limited discernment.