They are compassionate
personable poses
smiling and
showing the joy of winning

They were for decades
how they risked their lives to write poetry
how they risked their lives to sell poems
since when.

sleepless
outside the window at dawn
following the whispers of the forest
following the silences of the trees &
chasing their waves
Today's day unfolds
The figure of the morning thrown
Pal is ades Park
long long time ago
a piece of diamond
the solid Past
came on the train of Time
let's put up a fight again
tumbling in the palm of the hand
overflowing
Haze's bridge to the future
breeze...air...blow
with the triplets
This day
in the footsteps of sturdy emptiness
it leaves a trace
rehashing the obvious lies.

winds make the blades of grass
, happy
, angry
, sad
, joyful
, feeling
, seeing
, tasting
, speaking
, hearing
, touching
, and then the heartless hours
roll back into the future:
NOW.

Ink,
flavor that still tempts me
color green,
and black,
red,
but there is no white
like there is no black note
two flavors we cannot see
to make a better world
circle,
a triangle,
squares,
but we cannot see them
drawn in pen
words in ink will be
tomorrow?

rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.

With bad habits
Deep in my right leg
A small blood vessel clogged
Because of the pain in my right leg
I couldn't walk properly
20 years ago,
after surgery
the doctor said
“You're going to wear
the strongest compression stockings
for the rest of your life
You'll always be standing on two legs
at all times.”
since then,
I've been able to stand on my feet
even when it's over 100 degrees Fahrenheit
my wife complimented me on them
I'm walking well, standing well, running well
And today,
I'm here to tell
since a year ago.
hesitating, hesitating, hesitating.
I received my wife's permission
40 years ago,
to write poetry, to do research
typewriter
kicked out of the computer
I bought again it
for 150 dollars
My wife asked
“Do you really have to write on a typewriter?”
sound of the typewriter
typewriter ribbons that leave a trail of wrong things
I love them
I said
“Now typewriter is like medical stocking pair"
She laughed and held my hand.

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.