David Barnes Passing The Groom To His Bride I remember the swingset and a metal treehouse delivering him to imaginary places, but you are real and he has never ascended so high or stayed so long. Lazy Way out Seed from the bottom of the parakeet cage cascades over a ledge and down the red brick wall. An assortment of weeds sprouts in the lily bed, slender shoots, an offering to the gardener's cupped hand. A tiger striped kitten pounces on a mound of fresh green leaves shimmying up a cross breeze. A young girl returns to her bedroom window, sowing seed to the wind-- The gardener waits. 8/02 (2) Retired Seaman The captain sits at the breakfast table scrimshawing voyages. Cafe curtain sails billow in morning's bluster. His shore wife leans over the porch railing, aging figurehead counting goldfish in a landlocked pond. The clapboard house lists, half-foundering to port. |