71 Bus

She sees my beat-up book
Where I search again
For an answer
In an old bus that hauled
Gardener to gardens and
Back again and again
And still needs attention.
I like the look of silver.
"Silver?" she says,
"That's rotten duct tape."
Yes, I suppose it is.
"I like it too," she says
And takes a photo.

This Nook Naved In Alders Is

This nook naved in 
Alders is where time 
Caught --a covariant
Force in light, gravity,
Emotion, thought
And low fog-- makes
Frogs sing at night.

Early Spring

Poppies appear early this year.
Winter shifts its center and
Stems lift flowers  --a season
Warm among things young
Then old in mere hours--
Our star infusing forms with
Life, us too, young then old.
It is often very confusing.

Cogito Naranjado Sum

So we  think, 
Therefore are,
And must be here
To think, but first
Learn by asking
How: how is such
Thought defined 
As much by what is 
As what is not?
So all that is not me,
I must also be.