poem 37

missing you        you in particular
[evolving brilliant microbe shoved
a hundred mile gap indefinitely]
returning late into our siblingness
how very much twinness we share
seven years and a brother between
still an elephant patiently waits betwixt 
our puzzling still math holds sanity none 
and one magic zero late comer making 
algebra possible alchemy of numbers 
potions we drink to hold onto ratios λόγος
fibonacci spiraling gears angling arcs
geometry of love

in midst of soul jarring sickness
death’s madness steps aside as you
ever so gently lift from the rich damp
black womb and peel back hardened
bean hulls [who else would dare] so 
sprouts beneath might stretch unfurl breathe 
outdated seeds or not you risk love
ere all else so much so that knurls of age 
release your fingers momentarily making 
joints supple enough to aid birth
between zero and one lives chance
mystery defines love as unquantifiable
infinity within infinity

poem 35

before sun climbs her ladder
and casts herself about
she sparks cresting oceans 
and horizons arêtes go gold
her red highlights illuminate
and call out churning cobalt
she defies pretentious shade
and night white mares go out
 

poem 34

wake late dull tightly conscious
reality constant slips in disrupts
startles characters at play
on my unconscious stage
who dash off into hiding fluttering
rim crumbles beneath the leaden
weight of the new neighbor’s
yellow porch lights on all night 
every night as if to ward off
what drove mother and wife 
to suicide mere weeks before 
desperate home buying moving 
in a dazed purple rush fragmented 
planting of new starts hoping
spring’s gushing blush grants 
green shoots push through fertile 
slate ashes sodden by myriad tears 
stifled violet sobs hidden away
in the silent house not yet a home

poem 33

things distract
tear apart fragile
ethers where muses
while away dreaming
                 april 24

poem 32

fire season coming
trees hug our home
i cut out dead branches
slash away tall grasses
catch poison oak while
love her shining glory
though flying specks slip
the safety mesh crowding
out spun up rock shards

invisible viral scourge
whips us and our beloved
grounds jets scrubs the sky
brings silence solitude
blessed animals freely wander
but our dreams go terribly wrong
horror greed pestilence despair
no safety mesh crowds
out spun up deadly shards

                             april 23

poem 31

digging mounds
rather than
making flat

planting round
pumpkins beans
climbing corn

greening gulch
holds us all
sacred bowl

        april 21

poem 30

four inch brown fiber pots
hold three perennial hopes
one young green artichoke
for each dormant ensemble

children instruments excitement
locked out as am i
our band room a silent
cold dark vacant block

baton hidden away
in a brown leather case
no cellos no basses
no violas no violins soar

no sousa no gershwin no zacatecas
no brass no woodwinds no drums
rouse the town echo in the elms
the stream and birds sing without us

                                                      april 20