The fence is left to morning glories,
The heft of their heaping vines -
Tendrils and leaves,
Flowers and seeds -
...
Before the golfers come
eight to five
to walk the greens,
and encroach upon the quiet
...
On the freeway the car speeds home,
And I crumple against you,
Tired from the concert
And weakened by your desire
...
Searching for a gas station off of the interstate,
I drive through the shimmering heat
That ruffles my vision of the highway.
The image wavers - a mirage floating
...
I miss deep kisses wet with longing.
I miss hands that know where to touch to quicken my pulse
And strong arms around me.
I miss the needs of a man I care about,
...
They tell us he died, arms lifted -
Not in surrender, but holding the host high:
“Esta es mi cuerpo,
Esta es mi sangre”
...
Goldenrod is bursting with brimming emotion -
A flower pod exploding with pollen -
Its gold dust once flung windward
Is left to water and passer-by
...
A baby dies at birth, or within days,
Such a sorrow!
Who has the strength to bear it?
That is why we stand with the parents,
...
Before your birth, I thought of you
As my spirit-self.
First on MRI images
I saw you acrobatic
...