Luxury
There is luxuryin moments spentidly watchingthe sumac swayto an ancientverdant dancelaughing softlyas they gavottein the morning sun. There is luxuryin tattered jeanswell wornperhaps with holesyour Mother cluckedand told you to…
Poetry
A Passing Queen
There is somethingabout a passing queenregal posture wavingjewels sparklingon the wateras she gesturesOnward! to her realmthen dances southwardaccompanied by the murmurof her passing wake ml’25 (cruise ship watching at sunset)
Soul Symphony
Deep percussion of a passing tugoverlaid with the light rattleof incoming tide on shalewhile overhead falsetto gullsserenade in counter pointto natures steady batonbringing oohs and aahsfrom those willingto look and…
Diving Into Rhapsody
Stand on the edgetoes curled coldand feel the breezewafting aspen whisperswith the sumac dancingto lyrics unheardin the blue light of dawnoverlaying velvet wavesof rippling breathbefore the firstpianissimo strainsrising from the…
Crowded Places
Crowded placesswirling likemaple walnutice creamcold but sweetin the momentswhen eyes meetand a tiny smileflickersbefore the tidemoves onwardleaving a memoryfaint but realin the plastic crowdthat surrounds us.Maybe one daythe crowd will…
That Certain Beauty
I saw that beauty once,through the window of a passing car,or perched on the naugahyde chairat the end of my melamine table. I heard that beauty once,heralded by a tinkly…