moon hangs
over the fields
another
miserable child conceived
for his father's bidding

a mist of soft light glows
on the far off horizon
even among friends
i am still all
alone

weights tied
to my feet
I struggle
to break free
not taken under

she casually mentions
her boyfriend…
suddenly i realize
how terribly lonely
i’ve become

top quarter champion

top half champion

bottom quarter champion

harvest moonrise
out of practice
my bones rattle
posturing my body
for your receipt

bathing
in the silver light
of the moon
i want
to come find you

this golden globe
they call a moon
is taken for granted
now I bask in it
and adorn it

the autumn air
more clear
than summer
I sit back
and breathe

top half champion

champion

bottom half champion

finding time
for tea
and the moon
shows up
too

tea ceremony
I ask
sensei
which way
the moon will rise

rabbits
pound rice
all night long
you stir green tea
with an ivory spoon

through the branches
moonlight
then a curve of moon
then the rabbit
and rabbit's friend

top quarter champion

bottom half champion

bottom quarter champion

give me
your hand
i'll hold it
summer nights
forever and ever

silent
gazing up at stars
I wonder
is your infinity
larger than mine?

willow weeps
a river
another year in the fields
before marriage
he says

weeping willow tree
I see your branches
fly free
a summer breeze
must be wonderful