MOVING ALONG

 

 

 

                             butterflies and rain

                             Dave Bruebeck steps out

                                      of his limousine

                             Dogen Zenji on the tarmac

                             where are they going?

 

                   anybody can pull up to this fire hydrant

                   and exercise their right to free speech

 

                   don't bother me with theories

                   don't make me strain

                   one person's beauty

                   is another's brain

 

what there is to say

can't be said

so now it's anyone's turn

to get out of bed

so there we go again

 

my brain or yours?

it's a rain of butterflies

without wings, apologies

or times forgotten

 

pale leaves of backlit trees

jasmine blossoms

floating leaves

no possible explanation will suffice

no smudge of laughter on passing feet