A Bouquet You Can Eat

 "Fountain"

what stalking

the wild asparagus finally brings us to

a gustatorial spring.

The Shell Game

The lowly snail takes only his house with him

And has everything he needs;

The lord of the land takes everything else

And finds he has nothing

He needs.

Aubade

Aye to this

Thin waning crescent

In early morning sky,

Gone by

The morrow, which gleaming

Sickle is to glean

Which mourned-for eye?

Cuatro Poemas en Prosa (Four Prose Poems)

Once again my thanks to poet and translator Mario Domínguez Parra for translating and helping place four of my prose poems (Sentences, 1976) in the literary supplement El Perseguidor of the newspaper Diario de Avisos, Santa Cruz de Tenerife, Canary Islands.

Need to the Nth Power

Love,

I have to tell you something—

It is so overpowering

Nothing dares

Come through.