From the sandy hillside, this tricolored heron

walks the stone steps with more dignity

than our President, and surveys this world.

As it was in the beginning, now

my intercessions rise with his winged leaving.


Evening Rāga

eve raga

The color of evening, melody of afternoon.

Five note sets like lines of poems,

playing out the day while I write.

Perhaps I should be composing a ghazal,

ravishing disunity, couplets to end the day.