A difficult Risk to step A foot Or six A bit Diminutive For an Interval Skip it Flat stone Marking rings All the way One's life Gone silent
Violent wind Shoves lake spray Above the bluff-edge Remember how we fell For each other?
Sunrise Attaches to bare Branches The Maple A couple, crocuses At the base A lone gull lit Eye level Fifty feet out Slow glides The bluff A wonderment Of Otherness a shudder Of care
Four Fish Crows Crossing blue As if Fish Crow Precedes Crossing As if Blue was always A background As if there was Before this is
The ending of the day The sun casts diamonds On on lake ripples Like the caress Of your navel on mine We toss stones For the sound of it As if there were A way to rhyme Our moments together You nod East Turning I see the wings Flapping the cormorant Into the West and the sun Ignites your eyes
- for G.O. Pouring a mug of black coffee and looking through steam and window glass at the pink buds of the Juneberry tree buffeted by gusts the lake beyond, the dim clouds, I am reminded of Maude Blessingbourne, the added e "By George!"; all that time welling up in heaps like stones down by the shore.
Outside The kitchen window Kettle on A rabbit In the garden A robin In front of the Car they seem To keep clear This space A radius on which their Loci impose Separation
Distance In a species Unfit to that To become singular Set aside Longing To be With As if Between roadside Chicory There might be Three full strides
For W.C. Williams Purple Crocuses Atop green shoots Each new spring and All brings An inhalation Breath pulled From this We call it By our favorite Names Earth & tree Which we think Might be Akin to A town ~
More today They pile up Line in queues Apart A separate reality Mourning The resilience Of the Daffodils Plucked Uprooted Still bloom ~