red and gold leaves
of autumn forming a trail
that
ends in winter
Rp Verlaine
yesterday’s paper
lines homeless man’s dreams
with what could have
been
Douglas
J. Lanzo
from the hospital gate
two paths are beginning...
only
one to home
Vasile
Moldovan
classical dance
the divine proportion—
she once talked
of a blooming lotus
on
a stone buddha's lap
Milan
Rajkumar
nomadland
between a cactus
and a singing stone
having dinner on clay plates
with a stranger
Mircea Moldovan