Flowerbox
Eye to eye with cornflowers, marigolds, a floral galaxy of calyxes, flox, constellations of Queen Anne’s lace, in a flowerbox roped to a rusted rail, on an old-brick warehouse braced by ancient iron...
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The sky of tress-tousled clouds declines above a backdrop of geometric overlays on the silver river and a pier incomplete. Through binoculars I can read the sign on the guard shack and see the hunched...
View ArticleThis Doggish Fall Day
Yellow dog-haunch branches reach over road, over river, hunker over walkers uptown, downtown scuffing through fur-tuft mounds ocher, orange, cadmium, brown as if everyone old and young were combing...
View ArticleNeighborly
One foggy, silent night some years ago, I watched an ebony horse glide from the police stables. When he stopped in front of the firehouse, as if on cue an enormous black Great Dane appeared. The two...
View ArticleNew Painting, Old Poem
Victorian Fence (2009) _____________________________ Notes on Bike Gestures (1972) A riot of bicycles chained to a Victorian fence, tangled together in the complex of their simple forms, brotherhood of...
View ArticleNoises vs. Sounds
Between bouts of motley manmade ruckuses from the gouged street and crazed bar come, in the lulls, some barely noticeable reverberations: the rotating fan, for instance, which makes Doppler hummings...
View ArticleSynesthesia
Regretful in the downfall of snow flurries, Unable to see their frozen symmetries — but — When a lacy floret mass glazes my tongue I taste unseen geometries.
View ArticleBeing
What glues me to earth: not gravity, but the daily sweep; the hint of the mourning dove; an unexpected slash of paint.
View ArticleEndings
Teaching is over for the summer. Meetings are over, arguments over, And racing around. In a thunderstorm I dash to a cafe. The rain has chased Diners and drinkers away. Someone comes to dry a chair and...
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