Issue Nine - May 2005

Four Poems

by Brooks

        Southwest red rocks-
        golden in sunlight,
        in moonlight, black

    dense fog everywhere-
    yet, the mountain appears,
    as if by sleight of hand

        Ten thousand years
        of Buddha mind
        and men still fight

    New grass -
    chickens and sheep eat well ­
    cat still wants tuna

©2005 Brooks