May 17, 2008 - 9:05 am

a band of photographers
descended on main street
and there was nothing at all

I imagine a competition
emerging between them
over pictures of each other
caught in the intervals
between external obsessions

moments, so rare
an illusive prey
something reserved
for serious hunters only

Fisherman's Dwarf

he showed up every day
in the San Francisco bay
promising a life of happiness
to the fisherman

if he would only
spin his fishing line
into a golden carp