Sample of poems from Watching Pilgrims Watching Me

year after year
outside the big hotel
the same beggars

last bend
before the plateau
an overturned bus

return to Shangri-la
her peaceful mantra
becomes mine

red and white snow
on the monk's hands
pig's blood

explosive gusts
only the windhorses
endure them gracefully

last light
a monk bunches maize
in the stone courtyard