WHO HAS THE TONGUE

Who has the tongue
of the canary

at the window
of the contrary shadows

of the breeze's birdsong
to receive me

in the train of an hour's
sand.

CAPE COD

Any new start
when you are not ready

to begin the morning
in transition

shining in shadows
from the sunshine

at the windows
geraniums,blue bells

knowing life
tolls for you.

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.

BALLERINA

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.

NEVER MIND

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.

    

NEVER MIND

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.

Roses

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.