North:     after the storm
 all dust hung up
 in the crowded air
 with his human face
 frozen into a dot of dust
 and a rising speckle of dust
 melted into his face
 to avoid this cold climate
 of his antarctic dream
 he relocated his naked soul
 at the dawn of summer

East:    in her beehive-like room
 so small that a yawning stretch
 would readily awaken
 the whole apartment building
 she draws a picture on the wall
 of a tremendous tree
 that keeps growing
 until it shoots up
 from the cemented roof

West:    not unlike a giddy goat
 wandering among the ruins
 of a long lost civilization
 you keep searching
 in the central park
 a way out of the tall weeds
 as nature makes new york
 into a mummy blue

South:    like a raindrop
 on a small lotus leaf
 unable to find the spot
 to settle itself down
 in an early autumn shower
 my little canoe drifts around
 near the horizon
 beyond the bare bay