........not much hope.......
drifting toward the end
            my sons!

Just one year in Chicago
But it's haunted me ever since
Two years in little Reno
I don't try to convince

Trump will go after the migrants
Dangerous escalation
Daoists in the mountains
Silent meditation

55 and still a bit shy
Grateful for my sons
I hope they get back some day
To Taipei 101

         Please give up your guns.

motorcycle taxis in the rain
         monks in sandals
                    traffic
                       me

I was led to 17 lines
She was just 17
I'm Carolina blue
But my Irish eyes are green

Once I was a teacher
Read books to the tweens
Now I'm just a dad
Still love Things Not Seen

Alone in the night
Miss my sons and brothers
Nearly 24 years later
Still miss my mother

Quiet Conversation
Dialogue with the Other
3 prayers for Chicago
3 prayers that hover

          Exoplanets. Discover!

A little won ton soup
Vegetables and rice
When it's time to go
You don't have to tell me twice

Slept most of the day
Depression is a *****
Trouble in my dreams
Have you seen the Wicked Witch?

Hope to talk to my sons
Quiet in the night
Boats against the tide
Gatsby's sweet green light

Baby exoplanets
Maybe alien life
Save me, Midnight Special
Also save my wife

                     strife...

Or maybe baby I'm not anything
Just live my little life
Lonely as the rain
Wisdom in the strife

Gratitude for my sons
Live to write another day
Vegetarian tacos
Basketball to play

              my my hey hey

Or maybe I'm a Daoist
Silent is the Way
Won ton soup and tea
Gracias xie xie

            Red Pine!