Thursday, May 31, 2012
clouds
clouds
the morning sun and azure sky
contrasts with the billowing white.
the air is clear, the colors bright.
rosy-cheeked children
play at the water’s edge.
the mid-day cloud forms
call up thoughts of mythical fantasies.
the air is humid and the wind is up.
tan-faced parents sit in canvas chairs
with cool amber drinks in hand.
the hazy sunset is overcast,
the sun hovers near the horizon.
a drizzle begins, darkness draws near.
ashen skinned grandparents
watch and remember.
the morning sun and azure sky
contrasts with the billowing white.
the air is clear, the colors bright.
rosy-cheeked children
play at the water’s edge.
the mid-day cloud forms
call up thoughts of mythical fantasies.
the air is humid and the wind is up.
tan-faced parents sit in canvas chairs
with cool amber drinks in hand.
the hazy sunset is overcast,
the sun hovers near the horizon.
a drizzle begins, darkness draws near.
ashen skinned grandparents
watch and remember.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
gift
gift
to the eight year old
it is a most superb gift.
there it is. red, a second or
third coat, tires- showing a bit
of use, a bike. this steel tubing
and chain with two wheels
is a wild steed on the plains,
an airplane over high mountains,
or a truck with vital cargo.
now a wider world is open.
no longer is the world limited
to the other side of the meadow,
or the park down Dix Street.
now the imagination opens
to things that might be.
this is the first step toward the next
circle of the planet and widening mind.
the range grows and grows.
Monday, April 30, 2012
my favorite body parts
my favorite body parts
I am partial to my eyes
to see DaVinci’s Mona Lisa,
to see a glorious full moon,
to see enthused dancers on
the stage or on the beach.
I am partial to my ears
to hear Vivaldi’s Seasons,
to hear the birds sing,
to hear the laughter of
children and old folks.
I am partial to my nose
to smell the aroma of
a great meal and of
an apple orchard,
to smell the smells of home.
I am partial to my hands
to touch a Duckling Sculpture
in the Public Gardens
to touch an orange daylily
to touch the cheek of a love
I am partial to my tongue
to taste a lobster
to taste an ear of corn
to taste the joys of life
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Boston speak
Boston speak
at the bubbler
the chowderhead was
talking wicked fast.
he said we should
go to a spa to get
a tonic or a frappe
or a cone with jimmies.
we put an elastic around
our papers and went.
I decided to have scrod
and he wanted a hamburg.
she wanted a sub.
we all took the trolley
back to the three decker.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
I feel great today
I feel great today
I slept through the night
and so that’s alright
at dawn out of bed
at least I’m not dead
ache low in the back
but not out of whack
discomfort in the calf
not a pain by half
I’m in a fine state
today I feel great!
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