After the Rain, the Sun

my buddha is bigger than your buddha spiritual greed ************ naked yoga one wary eye on the frisky kitten ************ it is not what i did on my vacation it is what i did not do ************ emptying my mind one after the other i carry the cans out to the curb trash day ************ sweet alyssum morning glory how good to feel so good how extraordinary to feel so ordinary ************ o drunkenness my road of excess has led mostly to sorrow moon through a green glass bottle ice sliver in a big big drink of sky ************ with love and lust my heart goes out to the young woman in distress a broken black umbrella a wet white dress ************ Buddha's begging bowl Christ's cracked cup of clear cool water this moment is the eternity gift they give us the present instant ************ my dog places one foot gingerly into the neighbor's yard and the man comes out to yell and complain bitterly viciously possessing his little plot of earth i will wager that he is a man who has already purchased his own grave site not knowing he is already in it ************ after awhile she wouldn't go anywhere realizing that everywhere was after all the same place really as long as she was there staying home with books then everywhere came to her ************ leaning in too close to smell the flower i was punished by the bee ************ moon in a bucket full of blue crabs my net full of sky ************ she threw the ugly green and yellow caterpillars into a coffee can of gasoline saving the pretty milkweed flowers for butterflies that now will never come ************ second voice echoes first voice third voice echoes second many voices nothing said ************ last day of December outside picking green beans bare feet in the warm dirt Buddha said if you would know your future consider your present action somehow still my grandmother's boy daydreaming in the garden