Author: admin

After clothes purge in river glossy
billow like flags on perfumed breeze
outrigger canoes return
patient fishermen display scaly catch

I scan the receding horizon for a glimpse of a sail.
Perhaps a lost party boat crammed with tipsy revelers;
men in straw boaters dancing the Lindy Hop with
flappers in feather boas. I shall beckon them to my
dock, ply them with coconuts, and beg them to let
me join their high-jinx until the moon quits the sky.

All those muscle junkies
lifting eternity
pushing weights into sky
reaching against time

In Cuzco, I escape into the market’s empty stalls,
the tarpaulins’ filtered greens and blues,
trying to imagine you hiding
in the redwoods

Now, I have this urge
to blur all edges, Debussy rather than Mozart, Monet
rather than Ingres, the haze, the ubiquitous haze

The uppermost limbs, a flurry of black lace
against layered blue-gray sky, entice
a scrambling squirrel, who risks all

There is more fruit
on the branches closest
to the clearing

I’ve never been one to complain, I would just swallow up rope and let my stomach receive the knots.

an old dowager pushing
her walker as if the next
step might just be her last.

When we have fooled with trinkets of life too long—
God takes us back unconditionally—