#556. for antoinette before the first blizzard of winter

old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train

there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks

#546. and you and i

I.

hand-tame trouble

fail

it will not take long
gently move time

move it

taking a good drink
die little bird i

i was never
much interested
but will have to settle
for the hummingbird who had spent
the night inside the porch

II.

free wild

you will not take long
as before a breeze
will stay with you
in the center

spun
tossed
grabbed
you spent
the night inside the porch

#534. tell me white wing

her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her

as we descend into dream 
no cruelty will matter 
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together

tell me white wing 
where do you take me tonight?

#528. afterglowing

cast twilight as an hour and inspiration withers time
embrace twilight as the change it is and inspiration knows no temporal limit
the little death has passed and he feels again the pressure of thought
she still holds the languid wave of him within her needing no more
writing the muse is the seduction of addiction telling beauty

telling beauty 
all believe 
do not
you?

#515. heart arrow

quiet town
the sound of the rivers
especially melodic and entuning
time is always sweetest in the morning
with you

#509. winter morning

i told you that i needed a poem
from underneath your skin
and dreamt of winter sparrows
in the palms of your hands
your glow piercing my amygdala
you undo all your buttons
illuminating the clear moment
i awake to spring answers

#497. tis the season

ran some errands today
endured the noise 
christmas crowds push
they seemed tired
this odd warm angry year
does not matter
walking through the door
when you smile up
at me and the dog runs up
for her belly rubs

#496. wife

i tasted your river in my dream
spices body heat steam rising 
above deep eyes are liquid
sleep to travel future 
days slip behind us
experience 
blending us
within
time

#492. hypnogogic reveries

remembering

is not as much fun

as creating

a new moment

of laughter

i can see your dancing eyes

when i close mine

very nearly

leaping into dreaming

the fog of the day clears

finally i can think

through my eyelids

every time you call my name

i am awake 

#485. ten

in the cycling
of days years grow
we that is us becomes 
momentum and the moment
as well as golden promises that shine
in a bright glimmering line between our eyes 
that was a corner we turned together before we knew
we could ever know that we could ever sing our strings together