moonless night;
the traces of dreams
between stars
night-drenched rain;
with sleep silence too
comes to rest
plopping sound;
a Japanese wind
ruffles the pond
ancient well —
it goes deeper still,
the first cut
wind-born . . .
a lone leaf at last
settles for less
all this
just to make real
nothing
here you are
just as I am imagining
recreating me
night-drenched rain;
each splash has become
this silence
winter soup;
the sun radiant
within me 
breath cloud
beyond the window
I am gone
sun-dazzled
the bite of frost — 
so what!
with dawn
my shadow
my leech
daylight moon —
white-washing the night
with a lie
dark night
a doleful cow
over the moon
solstice night —
what does it profit
amid the stars?
forever
in its leaving
a day moon

Darkness

dog
breath

with
its coming
back

is 
God
:
awake

only in
the
midst

of it
:
rerum
novarum

the progress
of light
across

the working
slum
:
knowing it

the soft
susurration

of
nay-sayers
:
'nevermore'
a raven fills the mouths
of the poor
:
extinct
light douses
a nocturne
:
solstice night —
what does it profit
amid the stars?
:
so
eloquent

drip by drip
the withdrawal

of
sight

city glow
fear leaves its own
carbon footprint
Tui Variations on a Theme
 

winter coat
the tui riffs off
'nevermore'
:
spring portal
a tui becomes
my rusty gate
:
a tui
as if there is
no tomorrow
:
out of breath
the tui waits out
the moment
:
out of gods
the tui sounds out
room for doubt
:
before light
irridescence sinks
in a tui
:
the tui
lost for words
bobs his throat
:
over and over
the tui sounds out
the sense of now
:
day moon viewing
a tui sounds light and dark
all at once
:
nectar-gorged
the tui communes
with itself
overhead
tattered shoes hang out
for 'p' labs