(1090–1157)
Empty Glories
DREAMS, illusions, empty glories—
sixty-seven years.
The white bird disappears in the mist.
Bright autumn waters run straight up into the sky.
[J.P.S.]
Silly Birds
BABY birds leave the nest so easily!
But it’s hard as hell
to get the shell
off a wise old tortoise.
[J.P.S.]