Looks to Move

Air blows leaf moves
Vocal cords of forest

Hawk swoops

Cuttings and eyes of Day
Is what It says

Aerial Godivas

They're whistling and chirping the nesting time
the difference between birds and aeroplanes
there are no feathers lost in hangers

Sword, Eye and Magic Wand

A sword hangs over your skull
A magic wand floats over your head
A golden eye  stares and blinks above the conscious

Your choice which one to pick
Thus, thoughts shape our destiny.
Summarized, our heads are the bottom halves of exclamation points

The Shape of Woman

The perfect sing the perfect face
belonged to the glowing man
the senescence man,the essence couple
who found paths to cross the river
and hike upcountry the Alps of Italy,
veering north by northwest as well as east
over the Himalayas to the reaches of Mongolia
and then to the Americas as far as Patagonia
to islands everywhere, the continental drift
for sure the shade of woman
the Africa in us all

Letters in The Sand

She goes tripping the beach this morn
in search of seashells almost gone
mostly fragmented washed ashore
the sea a mouth, the beach is spittle
You want exotic go Caribbean

This dawn Myrtle goes beach
as Myrtle does and did before
she of lace and foam
the boy she loved a sailor boy
the man she married a lighthouse giant

In the zone of Cape Henrico
knee Tdeep in surf
the maid goes big toe first
kinda like into a crossword puzzle.
purely tidal, oddly sinister.

The gulls, the gulls,
the gulls are always gulling

New Night

A new night renders its dark light
a new night under astronomy's intricate canopy
a new night where shooting stars could be somebody's expletives,
and the flickering twinklers might be the flaming tongues of fading candles

Caravan to Doom

One way to sing
one way to dance
to truly hear is to feel intensely

Wheel chair bound
or otherwise imprisoned
ride the music forget to worry

My cello and I once were lovers
till we parted ways on a train station
boarding passengers to Treblinka