Monday, May 27, 2013

Yesterday Morning

Quite a handsome herd of clouds
Sailing east over our umbrella--
Overtaken in an urge to
Stretch, vaporize and join
Them --made us forget
Our coffees and her hat, but
I am carefuller than that.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

One Sees

An old brass padlock lay
Upon a tabletop and
Could be closure to
Something inside itself,
But no key, or need.
One sees, and draws
Where drawing leads.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Where The Hammers Are

Her hammers, packed
In a potting shed, shimmed
In clothespin wedge and
Brick -- sledge, thick mallet,
A carpenter claw, all
Organized-- nothing stupid
About her box of hammers,
Or her.
On the other hand, mine
Are scattered all over,
Under ruins, sunken
Dikes, shattered steeples.
It's almost like we are
Two different people.