Saturday, August 15, 2009

Lucid


She has all the telltale signs
of a houseplant.
Don't ask about Zen or Sartre.
Into the wooded glen,
unzips her Levi's
and lets him in.
The mosquitos
have triple
hatched
this year.

His thigh itches.
Thinks about Billy Collins.
"Taking Off Emily Dickenson's Clothes".
A study in detachment
of mother-of-pearl buttons.

Ivory lace folds down
to the floor around
sharp, white ankles.
Each piece of clothing
which fell
from her mouth
was a card laid on the table.

'Fifty two pick-up'.

They are both dreamers,
against the tree.
Eyelids half moons,
He of tulle,
Emily's breath and Collins.
She, weighing the possibilities
of plunging headlong
into the ravine below.

Just one slip from her bad hip,
grasping on to branches
which bend green in her hands.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Loss




"Betrayals during war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire. For the heart is an organ of fire— I love that. I believe that."

[From "The English Patient. Reading Almásy's note on the Christmas firecracker]

Monday, July 13, 2009

Ebb by Edna St. Vincent Millay



I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Bridge

haiku
"Bridge"
Between the heart-line
and life-line, there is a strength.
You can find me there.