flute music from the temple we cannot enter
	winter waves bringing fresh moonstones to the beach
first meeting you a flight of balloons above the summer river
	moon viewing wine from Slovenia fills my cup
no comet just the plain stars tonight
	a bench in shade old folks plotting their next moves
stream of ants running madly in both directions
	relaxed knowing I get off at the last stop
Veterans Day a parade with more marchers than viewers
	just before dawn one last ornament all the difference

A number of these poems have been published in Mariposa, Raw Nervz, and the Two Autumns Press publications A Path to the Sea and If I Met Basho.