the gods have spoken and they desire light-
they are looking for bringers of light to aid
the hairpin cosmic shift, the next, the turn-
they require the love of a gardner-
this is the great work-
i watch the delicate work
as they carry food over the shoulders,
as they
smile into the darkest night,
into the many rooms-
i have been with many planes, trains,
boats, undergrounds, busses, cabs, bikes, shoes,
bare feet, and wheel barrel in order to get a glimpse
of the flowers who are in blossom, the brave
who live on the fringes of time-
a new hour is here and im once again
with the streets and souls of the pacific-

in memory of Klaus- a man of letters