striding for seven
miles along city streets to
the lake
and back
Canada geese and the occasional
jay blue and tufted
against the sky
eventually the city grime
fades under an onslaught
of roses. as I move
relentlessly home
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tea Stained
Palest yellow or brown
roses as if dipped in
tea too hot to drink
We bend to inhale
the softly floating fragrance
like small memories
roses as if dipped in
tea too hot to drink
We bend to inhale
the softly floating fragrance
like small memories
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Enflamed
Perfection rarely
finds you if your eyes are closed
Beware of looking closely
your heart may catch
fire
finds you if your eyes are closed
Beware of looking closely
your heart may catch
fire
Blogged with the Flock Browser
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Lafayette Reservoir
occasional drops of small rain
interrupt the morning
with hints of dark storms
green grass and mallards
we continue our walk
nowhere to go but
forward
no time to stop
until tomorrow
interrupt the morning
with hints of dark storms
green grass and mallards
we continue our walk
nowhere to go but
forward
no time to stop
until tomorrow
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Benedict
I never thought much
about his predecessor
popular but aware of it
when he was young
he wanted to be an actor
I always thought
he'd never
given it up
Benedict is a cat lover
though his guards made him leave
his two
"He's humble," they say
anyone who loves cats
has to be
about his predecessor
popular but aware of it
when he was young
he wanted to be an actor
I always thought
he'd never
given it up
Benedict is a cat lover
though his guards made him leave
his two
"He's humble," they say
anyone who loves cats
has to be
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Dreaming of Jane Eyre
the small gray dove
bright-eyed and quick
like the plain Friend in Philadelphia
dreams of fire and madwomen
and hot kisses
hidden in the heart of
the golden rose
bright-eyed and quick
like the plain Friend in Philadelphia
dreams of fire and madwomen
and hot kisses
hidden in the heart of
the golden rose
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I am not ready
for roses
the lilacs rare and heady with
perfume
tulips still raising their glorious
crowns
I am not ready
for Spring
she is here
for roses
the lilacs rare and heady with
perfume
tulips still raising their glorious
crowns
I am not ready
for Spring
she is here
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Evening Wisteria
thinking of you and time
you are taking
to be singular
and alone
for a short time
to look at him
more closely
though afar
you are taking
to be singular
and alone
for a short time
to look at him
more closely
though afar
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Warm Spring Day
So warm my clothes stick
and my breath labors and longs
for ice and a cold wind
calling for sweaters and socks
I never dream of sun
in winter weather
and my breath labors and longs
for ice and a cold wind
calling for sweaters and socks
I never dream of sun
in winter weather
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
LOLA Home
I walked into
the store
like your very cool younger sister's
living room after she returned from
New York
and decided to wear
chic scarves
and high heels
in Berkeley
anyway
the difference is
the chic wasn't shabby
it was
wabi sabi
the store
like your very cool younger sister's
living room after she returned from
New York
and decided to wear
chic scarves
and high heels
in Berkeley
anyway
the difference is
the chic wasn't shabby
it was
wabi sabi
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Streetcar
when Stanley yells at
the window for Stella
like wishing on a star
she descends swiftly
to grant his fierce desire
and never shines again
the window for Stella
like wishing on a star
she descends swiftly
to grant his fierce desire
and never shines again
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Into the West
We are going there
if not today then tomorrow
where magic and light are one
and flowers bloom
like flames
blue and true
in Avalon
if not today then tomorrow
where magic and light are one
and flowers bloom
like flames
blue and true
in Avalon
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
small
not enough to use
a lily for an umbrella
or a toadstool for a cushion
my feet reach all the way to the ground
and I can look over an eight-year old's
head
usually
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
The Lily
I looked away as you told your story
couldn't face the pain
in your eyes
couldn't go with you to that
sad place
I took this picture
I'm giving it to you
now
couldn't face the pain
in your eyes
couldn't go with you to that
sad place
I took this picture
I'm giving it to you
now
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
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