In the matter of listing we prefer High-rises tall like pines in snow Co-existing with old& bald grass With firangipanis blooming reds Their flowers falling by wayside In pathways with rain’s puddles As blocks for our lives are listed Peacefully in abecedarian order. Bald grasses have lost green dye It is time to transplant new […]
As a language poet says ,we will write And speak from the area of ignorance. We write from unknown and ineffable, A darkness that arises from our sleeps A common sleep , all through the ages Of ignorance, much misunderstanding. All things are alike, sublime and trivial. Towards evening, we grow wet in eyes.