Once.
to waste
be wild with drink,
the rakish talk,the struts
into the bar,the scorns
I turn to fights,till one by one
they fall

Attic.
suns fade
the childhood things
the gingham dress,the hat
that names the school,the sash
the swimmer won,the music sheets
from class

Tourists.
the sounds
an island makes,
the swishing palms,the gulls
in fights for food,the rush
of curling waves,the laughs of two
out deep

Rear-view.
don't look
and yet you must
the smoking tyres,the calm
before the smash,the eyes
that stare you back,her pig-tail head's
first jolt

Zoo.
past bars
apes grin,cuddle
their beg for nuts, the groom
for biting fleas,the chase
around the mates,the milk for one
new born

Party.
she gives
slow watchful eyes,
the contained smile,the blink
that knows your touch,the hair
in falls to hide,the clues to some
past hurt

Winter.
some men
must test the real
the naked monk,the snow
feeding the steam, the Zen
sitting in it,the hour to watch
his pain

Eagle.
dull minds
these pigeon things,
just pecking seeds,the coos
inside the nests,the heads
they bob to walk,I King of skies
eat birds

Forever.
spring grows
just four green things,
the bursting buds,the grass
the sparrows peck,the moss
stains to old trees,the love of each
first kiss

Forest.
with mists
come silent things,
the egg warm nests,the mould's
slime of the leaves,the thrust
the mushrooms make,the sun on dawn's
first hour

Stranded.
beach fizzed
with slapping waves,
the seaweed smells,the yells
inside the wind,the crowd
in gathered boats,the fight to save
all whales

Horizons.
fly high
you migrant geese,
the season's change,the call
to father lands,the stars
that guide the minds,the winds have brought
you far