Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Whole Damn Tape

The Whole Damn Tape

Moth I let you out
and you fly right back in

I wring my memory
to see when I told you about
this household being moth-friendly

Oh for the days when rewinding
made a sound
the longest zipper unzipping
a bee against a screen

I find the scene I need at the beginning of the tape
Scene one: I hold open the door
to the night air

And in the second scene
there’s that window
that will not close

Scene five
Scene twelve
Scene thirty-eight

The tape is labeled
Moth Home Movies

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Frosted Window

Frosted Window

Honeycombed peach and deep pink and red
and celery green and Kermit green.

This frosted window in my shower
is one talented abstractionist

inspired by what,
some red brick and brick painted beige and a tree.

Look how I am moved to pick up language parts
in praise of this illusion.

Whatever pleases us in looking at it
we scurry to paint.

Let go of what you see a little but still look,
and oh
why does this make beauty.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Some Fantasy This Is

Some Fantasy This Is

I.
The trees of your old house
follow you to your new one
moving only when attention
and eye flit away

II.
You are handed off
like a baton

instead of
batted between places

III.
There is a pantry
There is a wine cellar
The beloved place
has been preserved for you
to taste again

Friday, July 25, 2014

Waiting on My Bookshelf...





 Currently on my shelf (in a semi-dark living room--pardon the flash!):


Hope you have a lovely weekend of reading, or seeing friends and family, or taking it easy!



Thursday, July 24, 2014

What Did We Learn

What Did We Learn

The orange tree dropped all its oranges
around us as we spoke

bushel after bushel thudding onto the grass

Then the ground began to peel up

worms and beetles afloat
in air and drifting

And oh the lightning unfurling from the grass

But between us
we felt no terror

and didn’t startle

so the oranges rested
and the worms fell back down in sheets
and the grass shook off the lightning