does incense burn for these words
smoldering for the spirit of language
as with the eastern surf engulfing meaning
walking by the tide
the image of a poet greater
than i
thru mist and smoky wave
thru long fog horn petals
what life is this
candling firefly and egg shell lamps
cupped in fragile glowing hands
and slipping by illusion
guiding a crescent moon
canoe
all my written history hidden
under a river without end
food and housing these clothes
the wind of ages
trembling at the surface
the rhetoric of time's faces
the trees and wet black bough