Wine attracts neighbors
Voisin
Fussy yellow-jackets jealous of color
Giddy fruit flies bob in out
...
And noble truths
Shall return to the maker
Mortar and matrix
Nihilistic in the
...
Blow the winds of
Mistral dream
Gull and crab
Sand and tide
...
She sat olive-eyed
Laughing at the thick skinned moon
The madness took hold of her in the tall grass as she played
The worn reed flute channeling songs of her ghosts
...
I am the wildness and dust that spun into the
Light that burns our days
I am the hand that carved the rock
And laid them up to touch the clouds
...
Nijinsky laughed
As he flew;
High as birds
Wind became dance
...
And Adam looked above at the first
Stars, alit and new
Spinning and his alone
Scripture still unwritten and formless
...
this spring door open
poets alight on the screen
dust from afar
bread rising slow on the board
...
Her life force
My indigent angels
Her sunshine
My moonlight
...