Plurality and Ambiguity
Can't do much about evil
I saw the Book of Kells
Rode the Dublin bus

54 and falling
Tolkien and medieval
Oxford twilight blue
Just the three of us

                trust

Memories of Bangkok
Motorcycle taxis in the rain
Never been to Heaven
Never been to Spain
Have been to Ireland
Poetry is good insane
Tired. Exoplanets.
I holler out your name.

                 Susan!

The diabetes might **** me
It might. Maybe so.
My sons and I sledding
In the Reno snow

I've been to South Korea once
Spin the dharma wheel
Immature poets borrow
Mature poets steal

Mohammed was bipolar
I like those minarets
Some people like coffee
Some like cigarettes

I like Moroccan mint tea
San Francisco Zen
Susan Darlene Meek
Ah! What might have been

                    And then...

The religions are not true
We die and disappear
But I still hear her voice
Whisper in my ear

California Coast
Moroccan mint tea
2037
Please protect my 3

             xie xie ni

I'm a troubled soul
Try to do my best
Troubling proclivities
The need for quiet rest

I am afraid of death
I like the misty rain
My hope is that my poetry
Is a kind of good insane

Mist in the mountains
Sunlit Italian beach
Monsoon Bangkok nights
Always just out of reach ...

Get to see my son today
For that I give thanks
Honeymoon in Paris
Charlemagne, King of the Franks

1987
Me at JMU
2087
Kabbalistic Jews

Romeo and Juliet
Tragedy on the stage
I'm getting lonelier
Lonelier as I age

The diabetes might **** me
Throw my ashes to the sea
Get to see my son today
Xie xie. Xie xie ni.

Gonna see my son today
A little basketball
Slowly slowly slowly
River Eden, Wetheral

Always a beginner
Today I start again
Als Ick Kan
San Francisco Zen

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