Off to watch Blade Runner 2049
Later emails to the one true friend of mine

A little basketball tonight for my middle son
A few poems to write before my day is done

Maybe just one life, then the silence of the grave
But maybe transmigration.  Eternal souls to save?

Growing older means unknowing
Many of the teachers were fools

Whaling ships are better teachers
Than the oppressive official schools

Chinese hermits head to the mountains
Silent and solitary

I fled to Dublin
And heard tales of Irish fairies

Back now in the USA
Land of freedom; Land of greed

I hate the racehate, but love the music
Wisdom is our need

But, alas, money is America's creed.