I met a homeless man in
He drew pictures and gave them to me as souvenirs . He signed them "Artooz Fungie". I finally learned that his name was Tino.
Still sorting through old boxes
and settling into a new home, I recently found this poem in my
What makes you move and love and think?
Cast a dream upon the moon
a wish of silence to hush the human’s dangerous brood.
Oh righteous man of humble peace and quiet rest,
what is your source of breath, your heart
beneath your breast?