Eyes of coral blossom
as grey as the silent moon,
dotted with tendrilled ether
that streaks his vision apart.
The Blind Man
Friendship
Only you would take my head
in the basket of your arms
and hold it against your heart
despite all the misgivings and misunderstandings;
I Dream of Having an Old Red Bicycle
I dream of having an old red bicycle
with rusted wheels
and tired out brakes
The Temple
Four hundred monks
Chant in the dawn
At the mouth of a once great
Volcano ; their robes
Deep ochre are living rock, hardened sun.