Monday, July 31, 2017

Still Untitled




  Untitled

Life caught in
Certain molecules
Fuels this thought.
Its trail of atoms
Causes change in
The past, future
And is what 
Happened last.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

1970 Poem

[Wendyclip, 1970:]


We stopped on a
Steep little street--
Runs right down to
Dingle Lane.
They intersect 
At a drain and 
A narrow tunnel.
I believe this town
Began as a funnel.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Peace, Please...A 1967 Memory


Seawater, held in
The arms of wind,
Went inland   and
Filled  night  with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley  --clothes
Optional,  if  not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.