IMPROVISATION #67
D. H.LAWRENCE'S ERA

Eagerly bicycling
along familiar pathways
to be home early
by the Cape's gazebo
and beach harbor
from the waves surrender
at waters opposing
her dawn mirages
my visions multiply
between two greenish shores
and then to sail by a jetty
wishing to borrow a kayak
with a pale catch of fish
of the day break sun
near brackish marshes
not abandoned in shadows
by sea bird voices
on narrow Portuguese rows
of sailors all in white
offering me a filet sole
as they throw stones
by the puzzled echo of foam
in the late morning brightness
on Thursday
amid a dazzling first light
reaching in the library
early in my adolescence
to sight read the prose
and poems of D.H.Lawrence
who shaped an era
and spying a few birds
and a cardinal
eaten by sunshine
on the tops of trees
taking bread
and wine
to disclose the mystery
of our own communion
over the porch's daybreak
as rays glisten
to my bare footsteps
at the door
with Vera, the Persian cat
as I leave for school.