A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried token
Of their sojourn here

There is no warning rattle at the
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer
Safe in the dark prison, I know t
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant

Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th
cleavage of
your breasts

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of
She came home running

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,

We, this people, on a small and lo
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way o
To a destination where all signs t
It is possible and imperative that

Pretty women wonder where my secre
I’m not cute or built to suit a fa
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,