One poem, Innocence, from Cosmic Bowling in honour of April is Poetry Month
25. Wu Wang, Innocence
Confucius says: He who departs from innocence, what does he
come to? The wild in children, running dogs, in snap peas
poking through dirt. Valuable, the energy that’s mine
to shape, I can’t lose what belongs to me. I witnessed
a woman gray as a hospital blanket come back from oblivion:
bolting upright, she demanded coffee––double sugar, extra cream.