Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there