Morning Storm

Morning storm
smashing rain
on our
highest panes

we watched in wonder

as swaying trunks
grow drunk
with heaven’s wine

but noonday trees
stand sober

glittering green
on absolute blue

the crystal sky
of spring.

Death Waits on the Shores of Tripoli

He scans the desert night
for apocalyptic stars
and shrieks with delight
when hurtling spears
pierce pounding hearts.

Desert sands
lust for blood;
life declines
to ancient dust.

Fukushima

Twisted steel, writhing iron

grasping girders

bones of failure

but power

still fills

the empty spaces.

Before, it coursed through

thin ribbons, through high wires

tense in the fog.

But now, deep within the devastation

efficient atoms hum in

hot expectation

as delicate clouds

drift

toward the desperate city.