Einstein Moment

If roses could talk they might inform
As morning crystal sees
Morning crystal does

Morning crystal travelogues
in movements worm like twists
turns and  hunches coils

pushes uncaring
the splendor that was Rome
the glory that was Greece
the sand clocks of ancient Egypt

MC is a kind of unending tunnel
its inching probe the speed  of light
If roses could talk, they might inform
Morning Crystal is a vagina

Care In Shaving

Happy the happy
but what are three-legged elephants
suppose to be happy about?

Let them confide with their aches, mainly
No groaning, of suffering's cup drink steep
Go hills and fly kites when March winds strong

Smoke sauna in  monastic confinement
Paint  your canvasses Van Gogh or Pollack
Taking care not to offend unnecessarily

Nor make your floors blood slippery
though you be born three legged
Ladies be ladies.  Men be gentle!

No Inbetween

Hate hurts
Love heals
No inbetween

Darn Wish List

There ought to be an 11th Commandment,
Thou shalt wish for nothing -
including dying too early or too late.
Just accept the appointed hour is ripe

And don't wish for Christmases past, either,
Especially don't wish to reunite with your first fling
It didn't work then, last then.
Why would it now?

If, Sir or Madam, you desire nothing,
would nothing ever disappoint?
Neither wish to be 16 again,
a deja vu no one deserves.

Have you noticed that people who tend to sigh frequently,
frequently are cancer ridden. Damn wish lists
they don't get over.  As I said,  there ought to be
an 11th Commandment,

tattooed on everybody's forehead
in blinking circuitry, too boot!

3 Peas

Plan
Planet
Plant

There you have it

Plan wisely
plant the planet lovely
Respect the waters

The Neighborhood

Do good and do not worry
if the receivers are deserving

Be concerned for the welfare
of those who surround you

Celebrate their achievements
Lament inappropriate behavior

There was a man who preached
love your neighbor
your enemy, too

For love of him, I try
and now begin (just begin)
to understand what love's about

I Extend

I extend my hand to the child I was
Projected still onto windowless landscapes
Landscapes of murmur and drifting laments.
I refer to the ink blotter nights of my white Siberia.

I extend my soul to polar regions
and to the ends of the earth, down the Equator,
Round its girth, energies emerge transform.
I am Russian, I am Jew, I am woman born
where from snow speaks in Arctic.