First step to feel aliveWarm from darkening day;Sundown on your powerLevel walk the highway. Step two NefertitiYou gaze upon my strength;Green raiment, yellow stripe Dignity on step three. This street by day you ownCoins in the treasury;I may walk moonrise, thoughStep four, slow luxury.
Sixteen pines mark my quarantine transectthis little quadrangle a world of worlds of being and becomingof platonic forms shapingfuture dream etudes where I spin in Fibonacci circles to see it alland always fail These sixteen pines a Myrmidon crewserving petulant songbirds dashingfrom light to shadow Their songs the hymns of Ithacathe hymns I have always… Continue reading Sixteen Pines
When the sodium lights first come on Those are the moments Those moments of departed daylight Departed vision Those adolescent moments of endless Possibility . Each footstep a promise to the future Each breath an assurance of its promise to me . Tonight we walked the twenty-something streets In those adolescent moments Senses awakening to… Continue reading Verses on a Plague Night Walk
Opal we called the lake where X-ray sunlight cast shifting pillars of warmth into jeweled depths
King Mob on the Meridian claimingthis land is ours in the affirmative mode which animates eventhe Communists here the three-pounds of flax who wax zen on the temple mounds of the erased Shuck oysters and weave thefolksonomy of despair from threads golden likethe ever yellow afterglow over the bay belowyou sing of this place like you own it,… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving, Grand Marshal Andrew Jackson
We passed the time in shade unaware until Russet skin descending in winter to carbon upon the pavement, it Caught the corner of my eye Red passing to brown, falling gray black dust in my lungs Passing again I could not point to the fallen leaf but it is part of me Chlorophyll in the… Continue reading Inverse Walk of the Fallen Leaf
a butterfly backpack glows aquamarine, upright on the centerline of Tharpe Street empty, illuminated by the orange cream dusk at one end of the road against purple green nightfall at the other I watch it shrink in the rearview mirror
A winged ceremony before my house! I broke in upon a Robin to the east, plucking things from the earth A Cardinal to the north, bathing with an invitation in the basin before the door A gaggle of Finches to the west, shifting beneath the shrubs behind the hedge This quadrilateral domain is theirs more… Continue reading Aviary