Anyone Interested in Physics

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Wind On Willow

or bamboo
or ear on flute
or nose on cherry blossoms

Window as in opening
Willow as is in dancing
in the wind by lake

Window on bamboo
in rain
Drops tumbling
down window
like cut crystal
glazed by the sun
mirroring greens

ear as in listening
flute as is in song
of the reed from bamboo

Nose as in tasteing the smell
so absorbed
and falling gracefully
like pink snow petals

Window on willow
Longing for
fields of bamboo
till you are not
all here
or there
but somewhere
across lines
in between
parallels unseen

Health Care and Other Toys

Does anyone want to hear the stuff that they might be in agreement with? It seems not to me. What ever the plan is are people going to be able to afford health care who can not now or are the premiums just going to go up higher to cover no pre-existing conditions and less distinctions upon what we can or can not have as care.

If we never got involved with the Middle East calamities, would there be money for health care. Let's see there is less money for how many things now and yet there is always money to kill. What does that say about us, really? I thought that these games were supposed to be given up in childhood. You know back when you learn to share your toys and not break those of others. Did I miss something here?

My Grandmother

Those who can not forgive
stare at the candle
standing tall—well lit.

Unhuman reflections
of the fallen one
encase their heart.
They can not care.
My memory travels
to an old woman's hands
carved as the bark
on the branches of a tree,

to her face that is like an ocean
with many pathways.
Steamliners have coursed
these waters,
some over and over,
some ravaged by pirates,
some were pirates.

(Unnavigated before—
fates Virgin, with
few charts made
of her own doing—
a fragment of
the divine compass
rests in her hand
to guide her.)

Each path moves
like the waves of the ocean
when greeting you
with her smile.
Her eyes—
small flowering seeds of light
that wait for you—
will catch you up
like that raccoon
on a pitch black road
with high beams on.
Frozen, you can not turn
from what she sees.
Already she has forgiven you.