by Robert Warren Cornell

Talk from a T.V.
Disturbs my meditation.
Better a chainsaw.

Solitary loon,
Cries, awakens one from sleep.
Somewhere, death occurs.

Ducks on a river –
Paddling a hole in ice,
Spring is forgotten.

Kanji in the road.
But I’m in America!
Oh, it’s just shadows.

Pinchas Zuckerman,
We often confuse with
Itzhak Perlman.

How up this mountain?
I see no path but brambles –
Your choice of scrambles.

Lots of moldy food
In a refrigerator.
Someone’s been away.

Memory escapes.
Perhaps I’m just too old now.
Forget I said that!