July 17, 2017
The lake waters shiver – not with the cold
– it's mild enough with my collar pulled up
as I watch the current loosening the skeins
of drifting weed.
Aimless at first, but then
as if needing to flee, they are plucked
from their mooring roots, slithering free....
from the ether, they appear:
jonquil, narcissus, daffadowndilly,
glowing from their travels
past the sun yellow
– brilliant and cold –
a far galaxy, quickly
cooled by the frost
beneath the leafless oak
to bloom and wither in peace.
July 16, 2017
(After Ted Hughes’ Hawk Roosting)
From buds of sycamore I shall unfurl,
as drip by drip with words insinuate
my waxy sap, ink wet. I seek to curl
about your nerves with words; articulate
the unctious waves, retorts so worldly-wise
with wit. Recount each phrase of the absurd
July 15, 2017
It's not the kind of wall to stop you or your kin
from crossing to the other side.
It is the kind of wall that will halt you in your
tracks, because of the art of diplomacy.
Take a pair of woman's hands: fine, long fingered,
bones brittle but supple in deftness a...
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