It is the first day of summer. All of your friends are calling to come out and play.
Mr. Norris tells the story of Mike and his Love Cakes.
However hard you may search for it
you will never be able to grasp it
you can only become it. -Ikkyu
Maslow called it ecstasy.
The brass bell
at the end of the dock
announces his coming.
Hood pushed back
his yellow slicker hangs
open to the kiss of rain
sprawling its spongy arms
across the island.
In late October the safe margins
of the day close in like old age.
The sky drops its blue cap
under a cloud dense and dark