When Lost…

When Lost...

She travels with her opened box
(only a script)
Between dueling images
Her greener grasses
To learn two sides will make a whole

A hole where the world sleeps
While she picks up the pieces
To find lessons like rain they fall

In Fall when her dreams come
(mainly sanguine)
Between dueling images
To master the contents of her gift

 

 

 

 

 

A Mating Song

A Mating Song

That summer we watched fish useless fight
for life inside their tangled nets
Don’t speak now
No, I’ll take that first breath
We argued too long
on our made bed of marriage sex and death
We’ve squandered life and strength
against the mass of others, leap
pink salmon into the steel blue sky
to try for promised lands and gene pools
Never dead and so we die
To meet and turn on city streets
Gray now, and the moon is waning
The shore will sway us soon to sleep
Think no more. Don’t press again
Like cherry blossoms seduce the bees
make forgetful love to greener trees
Youth has flown, the day begins

 

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