A website of a Poet who is both a Buddhist & a Militant Humanist - a Voice for of CONSCIENCE AND COSMOGONY
A wild mouse winding and weaving
Labyrinths with her wandering
within the forest of the fields
A little bird laughing at the fences
that net like a mixed catch
the muddy horse-paths beneath
the salmon struggles
of the sky
in whose Globe Theater
She sets out to set the Stage
of a Mystery Play
set in a little logging town not too small
to muster a Main Street
And as such enough to contain it all.
with newspapers and silent movies
we talked to her in stories
And with dancing scattered leaves
shuffled by a breeze
She talked back in stories too!
Leo Rivers
Scribbled this
During the play OPAL
At Centro del So, (now the Arkade)
©2009
