Friday, November 27, 2015

meditation

If the Buddha were huge
       (or if I were tiny)

I would climb his splayed thigh
       crawl along the hip crease
       nuzzle toward the navel
       until

I got caught under his belly roll

Then I’d wriggle and tickle
       and ride his laughter
       like the waves of the
       ocean

Friday, November 20, 2015

Are we not those friends?

I ran into my friend at the library yesterday
one of my no-bullshit friends —of course
we were both at the library


She looked ashamed —how


to convey that though I do appreciate
the recognition that shame
is the conventionally expected


response when one runs into someone whose
messages one has not been returning —between
us not


necessary.
why


take offense at bouts of anti
socialness? where I have been myself more
times than I can count  —I know


the necessity when emerging from
such bouts of a friend who will pick
up with you where you left off  —with no


punitive throughmotiongoing recompensorial
formalities. Are we not

those friends?

Friday, November 13, 2015

free verse ii

a boundary is not itself
     a prison

Manhattan’s architecture is so
     much more interesting
     than Omaha’s