Tuesday, April 26, 2016


The Man-Cloud

In a buzzing morning meadow
when the sun was not yet high
I saw a bearded man-cloud
walking in the sky.

My brother saw it differently
he told me with a laugh
that what I’d seen was actually
an ice-skating giraffe.

“Can’t you see the long neck gliding?
With his tall neck see him riding?
I distinctly see a giraffe
skating ‘cross the sky.”

I did not stop argue
or tell him he was wrong.
I saw a walking man-cloud
and wished to go along.

from Water Planet

         *

First Kiss

I’ll never forget
that empty barn
smell of dry hay
those long columns
of dusty light.

for one whole minute
you and I breathed
the same breath


from I Am Wings: Poems About Love

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