Suffering exists
as inexorable change.
It’s not aimed at you.
Virtually real —
We see it just as it is,
sitting with fixed gaze
Fan blades nod rapport
Blown hard by the passing wind
this cold spring morning
Memorial Day
sneaks up on you with a bang!
What to remember?
We are all homeless
whether we know it or not —
Find your way home, now!
Quiet on the street
Quiet in my heart-of-hearts
Waiting for the sun
At the boundary
of personal and social
There the virus lurks
Zen is the sentence
of your life once you remove
the punctuation
Spring: time to wake up!
Step off the hundred-foot pole…
(dive to the bottom)