Cream, water from tap,
Java swirls— transmuting mug,
Morning alchemy.

Let's friend on Facebook,
Digital narcissism  .  .  .
Quick deaths of touching.

Get me off dance floor—
One step forward, two steps back,
  .  .  .  Walking wounded waltz.

In the unkept house,
Words are lost as doors open,
New dust coming in.

Eyes, shimmer with lake,
We dipped our toes in water,
New man, new woman.

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I sit on my porch, the sky is dropping
As I pour my tea.  The day was lit
With paint and brush, now my face
Is lighted by the round full joy
Of the shining moon, I see
Him in my filling cup.

My own undoing—
So close to eternal bliss,
  .  .  .  Dark, murderous lips.

After frightful morn—
Bright warm glow of sun fading,
  .  .  .  Day spent with elders.

The book of changes—
Universe of knowledge in leaves,
Four seasons, one tree.

Moon, low, moans in sky,
Sun is blood, shot over forests—
Red, burning leaves grieve.

Gone are my friends,
The red panda, is now sleeping,
The snow monkeys have moved
Lower, down on white mountain
And the trees have disrobed for bed,
I walk through the snow and hear
The icicles growing in the wind,
Around the bend I meet a new friend,
A shining, secret waterfall.

Pond mist milky cream,
White butterflies frothing stir,
  .  .  .  Coffee at first light.