in the yoga class, breathing Ardha Padmasana,

            my rusted shoulders don't florally grace

                 half lotus
      green thumbs agree Dan's brittle lemon tree can't resist

            superannuants bracing the Wall Street crisis

                  and stiff winds
      crossed legs unlatch reluctant joints I bend with classmates

            downward facing dogs posed hard in fiscal

                  inertia
      sunlight strikes the red hedge, bounces with the late breeze

            fresh green backs bailing out American

                  mortgage debt
      Zhai radios from the vastness of space, 'I am proud,

            Chairman Hu, people of China, mission

                  accomplished.'
      the smell of new mown grass wafts, the village school bell rings,

            a rooster crows far from my rhythmic breaths,

                  mind scudding
      this ordinary life: cobra uncoiling is Kylie;

            she meditates on mildew powdering

                  garden beans