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 -

Oh joy! at the night sky And the wonder it declares. How flirtatious! How they flare— The many stars on high! There’s Castor and Pollux

Love is two pairs of footprints Impressed in the sand. Will you ever walk beside me And together go home? Love is sunlight that makes

Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…

On Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border— Every sand is a potential pearl.

Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder

Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs

He comes around the wall And I feel my quickened heart. I dare to look even while Seconds become a moment. He passes with dull eyes

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

To a stranger who has died Money is nontransferable— That the Egyptians tried— The kings – they’re unconsolable – But I know of things that follow:

I have nothing to offer Except this small heart of mine. You come with laughter. I have a past much maligned. You come with true stories

The Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly

Last night remains a scent Remembered at slow length— Drawn from the air, lingering abou… A secret kept under my breath. The union of your soft lips

I’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun— Changing into colorful shrouds— Lumping from many into one. Their most compatible friend—

My heart is an empty jardiniere Receptive to flowers and affection… By your wayward glances, I could… There is a festering attraction But speak up bravely; be not passi…