Max

Max's has the sweep
of the mountain wind
down steep or gentle slopes
not constrained in formulas
still wild
the energy of a giant
the touch of a child
in radical vision he lays his hopes

soaring in the sky
deep in the ocean
he dares to tackle problems at the root
out he comes to meet you
walking barefoot
he sets a landslide of optimism in motion

fruitful generous
friendly face
germinating all when the wind abates

May 92