From The Jewel in the Moment, recent scribbles. . .


Monks chanting tantras
from my stereo speakers.
Outside, street sweepers hum.


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My arm around you -
rising, falling as you sleep.
My breath becomes yours.

- for Sarah, of course -


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Downtown San Francisco (from the 38 Geary)

Tall, blonde and golden,
'cell 'phone in her ear, she glides
completely unaware
right by the huddled mass
begging change at her feet.