1
driftwood flowers blossom
in a sea of buddha nature—
on the beach, natives search
for grains of sand…
2
in the desert
there's this single candle—
all around is nothing
but creosote and sage—
it is burning incessantly
but it burns without a flame
3
there's a house that sits on a bluff
above the sea—
its windows look out upon
a precipice of sky—
when its doors fly open
no one is at home
4
out of nowhere came
the mountain—
it fills the sky with a vacancy
of rock and clarity—
even the undertaker laughs
at such transparent
presence
5
coyote is crossing
the interstate—
it’s headed for the other side
below sky city—
an attentive focus narrowly avoids
a black infiniti
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