Let us drink in the sunshine From a cup of globe mallow As would one of palatine Privilege beside God’s throne. Here’s to another springtime.

A milky-eyed mourning dove Sat upon a tombstone – tacit – Inside the grounds of St. Francis To admire a cache betroved. A sentinel’s duty – it bears –

When long days drag on me And my soul cries in the dark Then I speak my prayer in sleight And He slips it into my jar. Prithee – give it wings to fly up

See there marches Orion With Sirius close at his feet Tarrying not long in the air To begin the midnight hunt. His quickened breath congeals—

Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know

Like gold of Havilah God is true and straight. I can exhort Adonai For his tender heart. Be it ambivalence

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know

It was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment. That seed of promise -

What love is this That spellbinds me And keeps me returning To read scripture? Older I will get

Rabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbow Gazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known. Gibraltar is the dock

Good morning, fair cardinal— How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue.

Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket

Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street—

Seizuring so as if escaping from f… You awoke suddenly near about midn… Then rolled over meeting my body h… By instinct, drew nearer and kisse… Your cheek, always soft, nestled a…