“Buddhism says we are all students of reality— whatever that is.” Gary Snyder
Today’s reality:
A fat, foolish robin
built her nest
in a bad, bad spot—
too low in the hedge
too close to the fence
where the black cat
naps away most days
No eggs yet.
Somebody needs
to knock it down
or let nature
take its hard course.
I talk you
into being that somebody
because I am In A Hurry
Late Already
And here’s the thing
about poetry—
these words the only way
to move hard facts
out of my heart
and set at least me free.
You never mention it again
and the robin will be
too busy today
to think about freedom.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 