67

thousand days of meditation
thousand words of wisdom
can't give me
more poems than
a touch of yours

66

just a glance
of you
that's all it takes
to get the angel
out of me

65

the breath
of the poet
detoxifies
the haze of
sulfur dioxide

64

in the blue eyes
I found
not only the ocean
but also
the setting sun

63

in the sharp-edged air
on the misty mountain top
the words are frozen
our breathing
coalesce

62

our heart beats
quieted down
for the last breath
of the sun
in a haze

61

even
the odor of
sulfur spring
can't beat
our laughter