Oh Sunlight
Oh sunlight
all the romantic poets are
dead
except for
me
I will reach into the dew
I will
because it has been so long
so long indeed
so long since we and beauty met truth
***
Oh Sunlight
Oh sunlight
all the romantic poets are
dead
except for
me
I will reach into the dew
I will
because it has been so long
so long indeed
so long since we and beauty met truth
***
oh my
oh my
tonight the night
glides
tonight
the rhyme needs
no
rhyme
nor the zinnia no color not
known nor
noticed
like these
words
dropped so casually
like
petals
in summer
***
POEM TO MINDY
and there she is
my cat
she demands that my hands
touch her fur and
she demands my
total
attention
she knows she’s the only cat
that matters
that ever mattered.
She knows the cats of Egypt
I sometimes think she was there herself and added that
unknown quality to
the reliefs in the temple walls, for
she is the only cat that ever mattered as she wimpers that
demanding little
raorw
***