September 6, 1995

a desolate mind
is this really a bad thing
to be without thought

tumble weeds tumbling
as they will...let them blow by
thoughts of no substance

fear not empty streets
seek not to make them busy
leave them...go inside

heed not howling winds
no more than quiet zephyrs
both come and both go

what is this I say…
disengage from all drama
be as a witness

(to be continued...)