This is so hard! I’m used to the editing freedom of the keyboard. Writing by hand is a whole nuther thing. Already I want to edit and re-arrange, erase and change. But here it is. Raw writing from today’s preoccupations.
Pleasure can heap up in small piles
Once the autumn leaves make ruffled
Islands on the grassy
Sea — no leaf-blown tsunami,
Only summer’s loose debris flying
Nowhere and everywhere at my feet.
Over the equator in Indonesia,
Unbounded nature snatches up souls
Survivors can never rake from the sea.