A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans