Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Monday, May 2, 2011

Scene before Twilight

pan across small
sea of cramped white
marble monuments

cut to wispy
old woman
bearing candle

black scarf
black sweater
black skirt
brown cane

opening rusty
wrought iron gate





Sunday, May 1, 2011

Nest Building: A Poem

Upon landing, the mourning dove
Will pick up then drop

A twig several times before finding
Just the one it’s looking for,

And sometimes I suppose
It gets lucky

And comes upon the right one
On the very first try—but I’ve yet to see it.

If and when I do, you can be sure I’ll try
To write a poem about it.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Bouquet You Can Eat





 "Fountain"


what stalking

the wild asparagus finally brings us to

a gustatorial spring.


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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.


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