What a sight;
the big tree bending
his crown towards
the ground just to make sure -
is he still safely rooted
connected
to the earth -
for all this time his trunk
felt irritably numb and so
and so
he couldn't know,
he couldn't
know

I want to die grateful
Despite my sins, faults and failings

She wished me abundant joy
A wish from my odd mailing

I saw Kyoto temples
Bangkok in the rain

Stockholm in summer sunlight
Rode the Taipei train

Spoke with strangers in misty Dublin
Shared a poem in the London night

Though everything will one day die
Will things somehow workout right?

Mr. Eliot:  Kensington flight!