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.
another kind of happiness 