a long sigh...
these low clouds
unmoving
he gazes at
her finger pointing to the moon—
wedding ring
a
moonlit pond
takes what it sees:
a frog croaks
enter a dream
Chuang Tzu’s butterfly dreaming of me
among the white
moon faces our slanted eyes
folded paper
morphs into a bird and flies away
in the blizzard
a maple tree barks at the quarter moon
Haiku
Sequence
The Years
of Living Dangerously
spring
1975...
sleep in Saigon
but wake up in Houston
summer palace
of the Fertile Crescent—
Green Zone
autumn leaves
bounce and swirl in the air...
echoes of Miss Saigon
shooting stars
cross the Kabul sky—
the wolf moon