The Forest Spins With Us On a Planet
The forest spins with us
on a planet. We are both
dizzy for water.
Not everybody is everybody’s
cup of tea. Forests can be needy
until its too much and no one cares.
We pat the bark and feel closer.
Far Outside a Snug Order
Turtles stretch themselves
Far outside their ken.
You see them watching you
watching them, their shells
several little hands wide.
Animal fingerprints are everywhere.
Imagine your torso set free.
The sky and its usual cycles.
Bruised days opened, then released.
Under sky rain makes itself
into more rain. Every minute more dark seeds.
Rain can be itself and
leave us dry. Our bodies move closer
but we forget how. My body
is a floating frame I can’t control.
Under a rug our history accumulates.
Two of us as one together alone.
The morning is cold.
Red and pink blooms on bushes
shiver and salamanders mysteriously disappear.
Hidden underground that emerges too soon.
It takes several errors to kill it.
We Are Kindred
I look at my boss and his sad eyes and I see love in there.
Not an easy love. A dark Scandinavian love that cries
real tears nothing to do with me. We are kindred,
drinking water chilled from a cooler. We stand
like two tall birds, weary yet kind in a pale landscape.
I wear purple from Goodwill. Purple, a regal color.
I make eye contact with no one.
I go home and reign over my shredder
an insatiable box that feeds on my black words.
Sometimes a person can wear purple and speak quietly.
Sometimes a bird can just fly away. Also love can die soon
without ever knowing what it knows is so little.
They Do Not Stop Their Boisterous Pleasure
The pigeons on my windowsill are courting.
They dance in circles. Their circles grow bigger.
They move so fast.
I am cowed. My body is a bag. I want the clouds and pigeons
under my thumb.
I am a drunken
suitor so needy and suitable. The moaning
unhinges my human dreams inside my small bird
body. I know how shaky a landscape can be.
can slip away and clouds follow.