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
I could not save the final shot.
It flew beyond mind and body;
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
Perhaps I should learn a language
And speak to my wife
In elementary phrases
Like her elementary piano chords.
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