Thursday, November 20, 2008


much as i love paper
all that lasts is stone
carve my poems there

israels past reign
mythic fragments carved in stone
biblical proof

sidewalks glisten
where snow under sun melted
but not on my ramps

the cat wants to go
outside white snow dirties grass
he rushes back in

hope walks a tightrope
recycled clintonites rise
please make us anew

Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

too soon grey darkens
cat rushes into opened door
snow whitens ramp

sidewalks glistens
flakes sigh and sizzle
melting as they fall

the closest planks
are deep brown from wetness
why are the others white?

today i heard Miriam Makeba died
i cried and cried and cried
called my sister to share tears

Sunday, November 2, 2008

November 2, 2008

five p.m. now six
above a pale scoop of moon
in still pale blue

rusty leaves quiver
a distant roar in the quiet
contrail white powder blue sky

i say his name
cat comes to me
his tail wide with pleasure

blue gloves clutch rails
roll down steep ramp
uneven ground
driveway moment

dark comes the same time
the same time is sooner
now is later