Photo-Zen - 100 pages

For the longest time I thought
I didn’t like to dance.

Actually,
it was my partner.

A waif of smoke from burning ambers

Eroded liquid
ultra-grass helmets bamboo
and, under, shivers.

From below, greens clash:
Snow betrays sun, but breezes
carve rivers in light.

The winter’s getting
its tonsils out!, or some bird
envies…

We discussed the world
in words of nothing, loving
placidity wild

mournful cries for souls long gone