Saturday, May 2, 2020


Considering Poverty and Homelessness
                       ( Homage to Basho )

I cannot go back now,

        for what I have not done.

Of what is done,

take — and be kind.

        I am building a voice for my grief.

Alone, on foot,

if years from now I have learned anything,

        I will wander back.

Dust will rise up

on a dry winter road

where no one has walked before.


Robert Sund
The Hides of White Horses
Shedding Rain
Brooding Heron Press