WHO, INDEED
Who is this beast breathing beside me
Like some long forgotten ancestor
Coming for recognition in the night
To give me new colors for dreams
That continue to shake me from the cradle
Where breathing came from
Beneath the skin of the ocean
1986
ON RITUAL COURTSHIP OF POETS
Returning from the mountains
I find poems taped to my fridge,
Words left to do their work
like an invocation
or a long, slow seduction
in case climbing the mountains
wasn't enough.
1989 Poetry USA
FRAGMENTS OF THE MOON
Who will ask the gypsys how to line the edge of the moon
Who sobs for untold fortunes and greased lightning
to increase the weight of the sky
where dreams crackle like fresh dollar bills
The river is silvered with the coinage of fish
Wait cloud, a winter rooster wants to dance in the sun
1986
don't know when
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