5/29/95 #3- Nara

                                    5/29/95
                                 Yokohama

                Nara

wet nose bobs
side to side
antlers push and prod
could I make you all happy

small leaves underfoot
path to a hillside
a stranger among the faithful
not without faith

ages come forth
deeper than the abyss
to build for one's maker
true motive unknown

water pours forth
universal thirst
I drink with my senses
quenched with lips dry

fierce eyes cast downward
posture of a warrior
a scribe ready for battle
for man's simple soul

lanterns unlit
imagine them full
the fire of the many
light my heart ablaze

wet nose returns
the last crumb falls
you have fed me
and I am full.