How would and when proud
astride the wind you go?
With beauty and time you never know.
Our living is dying. God made it so.
Still standing
Lower your heavens, come down to us
Sergeant Miller held the sky
Sergeant Miller held the sky
while my father and I
said goodbye.
Trees lay down.
Wolves prowled the ground.
Our words were hard like a hammer.
Men will be bled. Men will be gone.
Men will lock hearts in the slammer.
Desert star
Stairs and wires
A regular story
Rubens wonders
how to put that ripple of unrest
in Paradise where it doesn’t belong.
It can’t be there — or how then,
for won’t then
Heaven, too, be spoiled?
He sleeps and dreams Eve,
who comes wanting not knowing —
and in an arc the dream falls
from the snake to the woman to the man.
For Jim and Nancy Forest
Winding
Because of the junk
When my grandma put up her fence
it wasn’t because of the neighbors.
It was because of the junk.
They’d never done anything and
she’d never done anything.
But she didn’t have to look at it.
They’d all have to look at the fence, though.
And at, behind it, the open heart of man —
at Adam atop his heart cleaving.
Mickey
