Warren Falcon Poems

for Spruce Hill Farm, Keene, NY where I spent 7 months during covid19 quarantining


the tactility of the spider
...

Pace,

if pace one
...

for Leonard

'to variants and …
emendations, …
...

for Leonard

'I still can take
the sky -- there lies my path.' - Ovid, Metamorphosis
...

for Jane Mead

'How can we cleanse ourselves -- what rites? ' - Sophocles, Oedipus the King
...

for Karthik, for Viren

'...to lie
and love...
...

for my parents, Warren & Geneva,
for Reginald McClelland,
and for Karthik
...

'I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
and gaze at the moon till I lose my senses'
- lines from the song 'Don't Fence Me In'
...

just

somewhere
...

Y Tranzas = And Pigtails

for Beti Ramos, curandera, maestra, hermana
...