Summer Deluge

over

whelmed
bamboo

touching the
rain

soaked track

Less is More/More is Less

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little;
I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount
is no use to me.
—Antonio Porchia, Voices

Master, thank you

For showing us
All you have

To do is more
Or less than what

You want.

Zanna, Hello and Goodbye, 6.30 am

My friend,

The young Kurd who works
A daily twelve-hour shift

At the local service station,
Has been on duty long before daybreak,

But as my bicycle is not
An automobile

And thus needs nothing
But air, he remains

In his cubicle and continues
Listening to songs

Of the motherland. Still, I know
He keeps an eye out for me

For when I leave,
I see an upright hand

Waving in the air.

Billy Gets Them Kids (and the Teach) "Ejucated"

And when that happens, it's enlightening
pandemonium!

Loss

After all these years,
Still so much

Depends wholly
On the dearly

Departed.