[night’s snow]

November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Hurrying to write about last night’s snowfall
before the last of it melts.

[Flaming red]

November 21, 2013 § Leave a comment

Street lined with flaming red maples
going out one by one.

[begged the rain]

September 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

If I had known the clouds would take summer with them,

I would have begged the rain to stay

[grass by the parking lot]

September 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

[in which the poet has coffee.]

Nothing around me definitive enough to write down —

Not even the cars for once human enough to write about.

Yes, a horse and cart could have brought me here to sit, and at least I would have the horse for conversation.

I could tell it to say “Grass” as it munched between the beds of bushes and very sturdy marigolds.

It would have nothing to say about the fact of what it ate, but the twitch of an ear — that would be enough.

August 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

Seamus Heaney, Acclaimed Irish Poet, Dies at 74 – NYTimes.com.

[arugula]

August 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Lunch —
arugula falling to the table around me

[miles]

August 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Miles make it sing
like you knew you want it to ring.

Woke up at 5:00 with this in my head. No, I don’t know what it means either.

[crickets]

August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Just before midnight
The whoosh of the house around me
not remembering when the crickets became so loud

[at the manicurist]

July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

["… the fundamental questions of poetry…" the book’s dust jacket said]

Even the nail polish is fundamental as its little tiny atoms circle each other like planets, making of each other their own stars.

[first katydids]

July 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

First katydids
under the shade of the tree
across the yard

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