Bend in the road
chime of a clock
friends call and are gone
the dew of life
evaporates

Sharp shadow friends
An endless summer.
Memories
intoxicate.
Home sober.

Down to the river
to catch raindrops
all the while
dripping wet, soaked
to the bone-marrow.

Magic bullets
technique or practice
absolutely cannot
penetrate
Emptiness

Every now and then
a bend in the road
a twist of the path
and just for a moment
The Truth is true.