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

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

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,

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

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

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

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

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,