look to the light

                     over there

                             here

Ho Chi Minh was our real President
The one we counted on
For right decisions

my eyes—
back there
in the mirror

These are the problems which inhabit the imagination
Tincture of opium, redolent eucalyptus balm
The constituent order fails

The Island, the River, the shore,

the Stage Heads, the land, itself,

isolated, encased on three sides by

Smiling through my own memories of painful excitement
your wide eyes stare 
        and narrow like a lost forest of childhood stolen from

                 He is in the mountains and in the streams, fields
            Call upon the Lord Ganesha and he
        will appear

        awaiting arrest
sky-high nonchalance
        walk on by (off orange girder)

The       Joyful Feelings       met you as
Yesterday emerged from        the tiny windows
outside Tiffany’s        My rough

The senses of one’s
life begin
to fade. Rather,