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  • Evening snow

    Snow crisped the leaves That had settled Near my doorway.   My eyes met the oak tree’s As it stood guard against the wind.   Through the window, I could see this and the Remaining Christmas trees, On the neighborhood curbs.   When the evening dims, The windows across from me Become the artificial fire…

  • Feast

    A crisp edge on my plate At Le Quartier. I’m Reminded of the Saline oysters which Hemingway consumed And then described. Perhaps It is less the food than A feeling of timeless Observance. A table, A chair, sustenance and Pleasure. If the day is Cloudless, fine, but with A few clouds all the Better. In…

  • Twilight Dream

    Braided crown, glowing flesh, certainly unreal against the street’s opulence laid down by the rain and now catching the light like pearls strewn across the floor. Your voice, laid against mine, bore through the molecules between us. A path through time, flooding with desire, magic words that bind us in front of this 19th Street…

  • Flora

    Some say opening, blooming, But each petal unwinds Itself across the air, Denying gravity’s hands And existing only for itself And its encircled sisters.

  • Music-maker

    I can’t stop singing. Every name I’ve known, on a note, ringing. I smile, open my throat. Sounds, a glorious treaty between myself and my past. I catch the A# and pull it back, my first death and I make it last. How is it that my heart is my mouth? I know your breath…

  • Reunion

    Regress. Redress. These last lights guide us home Without resolve. And with blue Waving to us from the neon Night we regard each other as Strangers.   Fictive. Addictive. We move time away like layers Of dust. Thick with apprehension, Lacking revelation, I Wipe my mind’s eye of our last Question.   Fortune. Ruin. In…

  • Shadow passing

    I stayed up To watch the sun Rise in your eyes. It was every Expression Imagined. You became warm And enriched, Burning even. Your palms glowed, Ripe with lengthy Summer light. I took your hand In mine and was radiant.

  • Untitled

    Wood wraps it’s way Through the ground. I Have read without Fungi, trees don’t thrive. The muck makes it Possible to live A canopy dream. Air Shifting your body To the rhythm of each Passing cloud. If I wrap my knuckles Along its trunk, I can Feel its skin, the rough Whorl of time. The…

  • If Not for Water

    Keen, I am not. I’ve seen the white tipped Ocean waves beyond The shore. If I hold My fingers in a frame I can become close enough To taste salt and feel The water in my ears.   Remembrance places Me above the wave, holding Still while the current changes Its mind and pushes me…

  • Open heart

    Seeing you is a riot To my eyes. In it Is roiling memory And that sense (you may be   Feeling it, too) of each Rib cracking itself to Introduce my heart to The midday sun as it seeks   To brace itself against Recalling your closed Eyes, your hair pushed Behind your ear, whilst…