Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Listening to the birdsong
outside the harbor

for six hours
at the arboretum

memory freezes
by the Poe statue

at the Boston Common
near the frayed flowers.

Saturday, May 27, 2017


In silks
and satin

you perform
and silence

becomes a whirlwind
of movement

for the audience
in the dorm

who are like Galina
open to joy.

Monday, May 22, 2017


Never mind
the lost puzzle pieces

of your latest craze
you will concentrate

on the found alphabet
you make into a painting

as you are waiting
for a breathing spell

near the snorkel
by the under sea floor.


Thursday, May 18, 2017


Never mind
yesterday's map of sunrise

or the originality
in your silence

we disappear in a skiff
by the oceans's side

who will remember me
in all my body

set to sail
my faces to the wind.


Rows of roses
left on the road

invades the depth
at the cool air

hearing the ocean's
facade of a humpback whale

life survives
as we on our house boat

sail in morning light
in a fly blown wind

on the other side
of the ocean.