lovemaking
the moon casts us
in a shadow play

the sea
paints the sky
over and over

dissolving
in the ripples
my predicarment

begging bowl
the boy hungers
for love too

on the fallen tree
morning glory's
triumphant climb

this scarlet night
and the full moon
moses on mount senai

dimly lit room
the repelling
cold wind

telling son
knowledge is useless
unless he learns how to use it