Monthly Archives: April 2015
Birds whistle
And blossoms write
your name on copper blue.
It’s delicate, a difficult
thing to do –
turning petals to letters before they alight.
Just foolin’ around
At the Dog ‘n Suds on Sagamore Parkway
History is hurtling
believe it or not
to resolutions
such as these
Slippery when wet
The poet picks up the tab (for once)
Why would I make you work and guess
at what I really mean
unless I hardly know myself
or hate the thought of coming clean
Late afternoon
The eyes of Janine Jansen
Pluck cherries from an ever-ripe tree
Amsterdam, man, you still got it
Ocean nigh, starry sky
Here I stake my feary claim