Water Wind
Water wind trills moon blossoms hears evening glades glistening dream pressed against mystery slipping into eyes focused waiting…
The Days Are Long Where She Lives
The days are long where she lives
in the dark eye of longitude, her
inner mass to fly as tricks delivered
behind the performance, springs
as gracious undoing’s, dutiful
in the dark eye of longitude, her
inner mass to fly as tricks delivered
behind the performance, springs
as gracious undoing’s, dutiful
I’m Done With This Grieving
We watched you die on a blue-sky morning
as children played ball outside your hospital
window and tubes in your arms sucked your
veins until they were black and blue and your
blood pressure dropped to zero.
yr death, mama dear
releases the pain /
of sight/the gnawed moss /
of stars/the pleats /
of our irish/indian blood. /
at night