(2000)
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
