I place
the complete works of
my favorite poet
or
poetry books
on top of the trash
can.

Do not save imitations, consume for one creation.

clouds...sandy beach...gentle waves...jagged grass...broken trees...sunlight...moss...flowers...pebbles....rocks...cliff...de­ers...beatles....duccks...wind......people....men....women...old men...young kid...various races...paths...loner....youth...families...neinghbors...signs...­lake...fish...fighter...fallen leaves...bicycle...stroller...puppy...laughter...fresh air...birds...old story...book...life...communication...smile...bug...insects...soi­l...slide...whisper...see-saw.

putting sorrow to sleep,
not getting rid of it.

that is
why love is sacrifice.

I shouted
"It is love"

echo..........es

At the bottom of the well
In a room without a door
In the mountains of the rivers

The echo rings
"NO words".

cars are running
insanity
standing
at Manhattan Intersection
hunger and loneliness
like being inside a castle
must fall
we can get out of self-locking
and homelessness,
the deep sorrow
It is not rare anymore
It is not just dumb
It is not just them, either
cars are driving madly.

(quiet) wind and
                        dancing
                        leaves
                                  field

sky and earth
between
the empty space of freedom
                      shows

      will the wind blow!

      time is scattered
      tickles                the earth

the hair(s) of the earth
grass, grasses, blade of grass
waving              and                beckoning.


from you