Rain mists onto a moonlit asphalt path
twisting through silhouetted trunks...

The Idolatry of War
(or, the common burden...

one who studies zen
hurts his soul and aches his brain...

Next long drive alone
in a hurry to get there...

When you’re on the bus
she lays her head on your chest...

Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...

There’s more humor in
perplexing situations...

Life without you is Christmas
with no mistletoe’s adrenalin...

Waiting melts patience like icing in the sun
no sweetness left, just the anxiety inside...

Winter storms long past
yet show their damage...

I never think of her
Never when the wind is chill...

Truth is whatever a person
relies on to act and live...