luddism (revisited)

Poets are those who believe
     technology's got it all wrong:
Instead of saving us time & space
     it's been against them all along

day-dream

   

I lidded my eyes
and found myself abruptly
a wide-winged pelican
descending in the glide of a dozen
drafting one for another;
our leader timed it
to skim a perfectly cresting wave-
as we reached the glassy comber
sailing mere inches
above its sunsparkled face
the sea collapsed with a gentle crash
& up we swept into the sky....
I opened my astonished eye.

new haiku

forgot his lunch
now I have to give him
half mine


in the parklot
behind the abortion clinic
discarded lipstick


old green schoolbus
abandoned in aspens-
what fates?


on my open page
lands an exquisite
blue dragonfly               / Lake Vera docks


brisk wind
scatters sun-diamonds
across the lake              / Lake Vera


sign at Ridge Feed:
Please Don't
Pick Up Chicks


a shed for goats
constructed from
piano crates                 /Tor House


lining pennies on the track
sound of big engines
chugging up the gorge               -Mukolmne HIll


He's right 
most of the time 
but we forgive him                 -for Steve H.

Lake Vera

Clanging up the steel steps
  To the top of the old dam
    Swinging my leg
      Over the No Trespass sign

crickets

Crickets.
Must be thousands
In this field of twilight grasses,
A chorus of violining legs-
This is their hour.
I've no idea
What becomes of them
Come the long icy months of winter,
But here in this warm evening
Of August
They thrive:  they serenade:  they joy.