Trucking trees to the city
A perfect fall day
For perfection lay not
in the opt-
i-
mal-
suffusion of color,
but in the anticipation thereof.
A happy thought!
until I thought,
If this green is perfect,
then perfect is past,
on the day I should’ve seen
this day coming.
The wondrous world
Man’s plans many and varied
I’m going to bed to think of you, sky
Of why you wait
and the things that you say.
What was that trick
you did with the rain –
swirling to scatter
leaves, but no matter,
one day you’ll keep
your promise again?
The Tsar’s Window
Campfire in the woods, east of Eden
Guard the secret
star you stole.
Hide it dark
within your eye.
Wait for dawn,
smoke will teach
you how to tell
the lovely lie.
Let’s back up to that day
When plum-sucked juice
dizzied the man
who dared to be gladdened
by you in your youth
Contemplative
