We spoke wine-press "purple words"
Blending with wine-makers' voices
Splashing purple across work floors.
...
Trees walk out to sea,
Waters encircle them like floating barrels.
Tall mastheads with green sails cross the sun.
Thick lateral roots act as rudders.
...
The best thing about fishing with dad
Was not catching anything all day
And yet going home together fished out,
With more fish stories and time shared
...
Perhaps I should learn a language
And speak to my wife
In elementary phrases
Like her elementary piano chords.
...
After the first wave we step outside.
Predawn floods the arena
Of the mind like another drug.
The lake is like a gray plane.
...
Keep me awake one minute beyond those I love
That I may guide them safely through dark doors
Keep me awake one minute beyond first light
Like an after-image of light eternal
...
My America is all Detroit, Motown, dancing in the streets, my girl,
Tropical heat waves and what becomes of the brokenhearted after a riot.
...
Means something grows equal
An equation is coming into being
Parallel lines move off into infinity
And at the vanishing point
...
For long spells the flour mill closed
And the waterwheel would be overrun
By morning glories,
Even anchored by the vines,
...
All our different languages
Yet trees, grasses and stones
Have the same vocabulary;
Blowing snow and mountain pines
...
In a dream her husband appears
Younger than the day they met.
In a dream he touches his wife
With wordless love in his heart.
...
Dead elephants crumble like cubist mud.
Staghorn coral or antlers of a massive cull.
The last albatrosses rime like ancient mariners.
Tigers pace back and forth in cages of extinction.
...
Cottonwood flying
like a snowfall
like a wilderness
planting all its seeds
...
When music is silent
People are dancing
When people are silent
Blight is consensual
...
A deer family plunging across rapids
In a drama intensified by a storm surge
Osprey awash in spray
...
There's one piano note my daughter plays
it's like a pearl has appeared in the room
quasi niente like sunshine on water
ineffably tender like a white rose at the limit of its stem
...
I've dad's key to the barbershop.
I keep it on my key ring
for its wistful returns.
It opens the barbershop door.
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Salvatore Ala has published three collections of poetry: Clay of the Maker, Straight Razor and Other Poems, and Lost Luggage. His poems have appeared in journals and anthologies. He has also published six broadsides of his poetry.)
Some Colors Of Words
We spoke wine-press "purple words"
Blending with wine-makers' voices
Splashing purple across work floors.
"Blue words" kept the world aloft,
Like branch, bird, cloud and water…
Like time, spirit, celestial and divine…
"Green words" grew among us like grapes
And sang the sun's green gratitude
For smoke and rain, twilight and dreams.
The "black words" we saw in color
Were indigo buntings in a magic forest
Or like fish that swallow moonlight.
Only at the entrance to the underworld
Are the unforgiving fluent in ash,
Though the words are dowsed in past light.