Coming Up

after lying on sand
by a lillied pond
a swim together
suddenly through rippled
water Breasts merge
Embracing



the web
the web had no colors

rode by it every day

the bridge that harbored

this web

seemed not there

the sand that harbored

this bridge

seemed not there

wet with sea

all was in the web unspoken

unspoken


Buckminster Fuller

EYES a Deep Well

Reflecting Stories

Flourishing

Forever


a formed stone

maybe firm in a stream

not rocked

may be