Rain Lily

A single long event,
Earth so far, evolves
This rain lily
And humanity.
But what of what
Has not occurred?
I have no word 
For what is not.
And if a thought
That never happens
Never happens again,
Is that repetition?

Sweep Second Hand Redux

Some things
Are impossible
To find on purpose.
Composed
Of stunning antiquity
And futurity--
Particles, antiparticles
Shot from both
Ends of time--
palindromic rhyme,
To you and  me.
We seek  causality.

Over Rainflowers and For Love

I began a journey long
Ago,  am  old  now --
I know, I know-- but
Something strong, bold,
Gave purpose, emerged
Out of all --right and wrong--
All lyrics, songs in life.
Enthralled,  I  still have  some
Some strength  if  called,
Whenever  or  where, and
Shall in all my best be there.

Geometreefrogs

We collect on a canna lily leaf.
We compose a triangle --
Equilateral, like our society.
Euclid drew it from his mind.
Evolution left us somewhat
Behind there --we are mostly
Mouth, legs and guts and
Find triangles better-
Managed by our butts.  

Still Untitled

  Untitled

Life caught in
Certain molecules

Fuels this thought.
Its trail of atoms

Causes change in
The past, future

And is what 

Happened last.

1970 Poem

[Wendyclip, 1970:]


We stopped on a
Steep little street--
Runs right down to
Dingle Lane.
They intersect 
At a drain and 
A narrow tunnel.
I believe this town
Began as a funnel.

Peace, Please...A 1967 Memory

Seawater, held in
The arms of wind,
Went inland   and
Filled  night  with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley  --clothes
Optional,  if  not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.