Louis Osofsky
fierce pain –
to lose heart in
stillness
spring dawn:
quiet grows on
the mountain
rain drips … drips –
washing away moments
of this world
i am
alone with you . . .
in this bed
night deepens . . .
asleep until flying
words echo
twilight dusk . . .
the sky too sees
the moon –
count the stars –
i do this, do that
do nothing
this play,
no spirit can script it –
laugh, cry… exit
dead? alive ?
it’s my problem to
to consider
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Louis Osofsky has been living in the California Mountains since 1998. His roots are in a terra cotta pot, suitable for a moment’s transport. His poetic journey continues with a four year relationship in Japanese short forms. This past year he has returned, as a student, to academic course work following a forty year “summer vacation.” Presently, his path is shared with two sons, friends, a sense of place, dark chocolate, sprouts, laughter, song and changes in himself.
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