Thursday, June 09, 2011

afternoon shade

In that dizzyingly shiny box of fallen leaves

Left at my door step by that night-time angel

She’d breathed in a funny laugh of sunflowers, and

Out came a lucid day filled with that familiar smell

Monday, June 06, 2011

It rained last night

It rained last night
But we woke up too late
It rained orange sequin crystal droplets
But we woke up staid

Furry little pink slippers of envy

“Pitter-patter” sings the rain-drops
Beauty chase me down that alley
And slay down all my green hopes

Friday, June 03, 2011

First I am not and  then I am not again.
And the things spin out.
and questions old and musty
come tumbling out of that closet.