i am a diver

in the desert

 

a swimmer

on dry land

 

colleen.

 

she seems taller

she has more salt

in her hair ..

there now is a man,

attentive children

that she invented ..

there is a house

a pausing mountain

an interloping life

of her own willing

 

but it is her long ago

sheer smile as a tattoo

and her eyes of

hazel nostalgia that

rattle my recollection

■

christian

 

first the time i met

cool man christian

he gave me a lift

to near my house –

for three, all blocks,

i walked in darkness

save for the sky

pale pool of moon

 ■

janice

 

pronounced ja niece

explained by a voice glossy

mid-twenties skin caramel

zen flesh sturdy mind ..

janice glad-to-greet Janice

■

storm. haiku.

 

thurs●day may morn●ing

and a ca●price storm re●treats

in ma●jes●tic stages

■

telephones. haiku.

 

in the te●le●phones

we ex lo●vers are talk●ing

flame/ice al●ter●nate

■

adrienne

 

she will not remember

but we traveled together

                — that is the connection

 

                in the century 17

we were opal in the near east

— endless days, hard travel

and we traded for

fabrics, spices & news

 

in the century 13

glazed by the sea

mediterranean

in alexandria &

carthage & athens,

food & rich stones

 

today we drift thru

markets & & cafes

still seeking treasures

■

drive. haiku.

 

drive this cloud●y road

in●vite it in●to your self

get lost in sur●prise

■

victoria. haiku.

 

vic●to●ri●a sees

with two tide pools in milk eyes

be●low peach eye●brows

■

rabbit. ode.

 

rabbits appear/instant out & in/of the

rollick landscape/as quandaries/of

sorrel & gray/& yet there are so many/

millions of them/that you do wonder why/

you lost tears/when one/gave it self/

to the wheels/of your fast car

■

cassandra wilson. singer.

 

ghost voice

sour guitars

tart percussives

 

put this singer

in your automobile

or in the small stereo

at home or perhaps

plug in headphones

while face-up in

april’ meadows ..

and the world

will become

as grey showers

as coarse smoke

■

three views.

 

three views of a sun’ death

truncated in mirrors ..

driver

passenger

rearview

■

marta

 

liken

to a

lure

 

marta

slacks

down

stage

in a

patio

orbited

by powdery

chamisa,

by elms –

 

and

by mid-august descending rain storms

■

celia

  

march’ days

celia wears

dark long

sleeves &

legging

so never

shaves

and is

so ever

soft as

as any

mammal

■

mabarosi. a film.

  

think about a life

sad someone’ life

draped in sorrows

then display textures

thru medium of film—

a woman as actress

she has oceans to

speak for her &

the sky to bellow plus

the motion of her life

is train bike car

all illustrating

the in-scapes

as out-scapes

■

hands

 

sharra’

hands

 

pink

gelatin

marble

with

blue

slim

rivers

in the

palms

and

with

fingers

that

are in

essence

fleshy

chopsticks

flaring

out in

to the

world

■

by march

 

by march

you are no longer

afraid of winter—

by then

you have learned

to walk between

the snowflakes &

not get marked

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