Dragonfly dips, swallow soars, Centipede skims the Asian earth. Curiosity and smiles surprise us Like welcome mats. Between us, music is a wide jade river, A wide strong river. Our separate words, Swept on ancient currents, Drift like fallen leaves.…

(To Gail, whose laughter sets mine loose, with love) Look at you, Who entwines today’s happy vision With a myrrhic history of the wounded child. O seamless life! O clever evolution! This is no small migration That dwarfs the geese,…

A flight of prisms Tears unstuck Where youth is going Ends in gold Childhood was a landscape These are our best years Let us be mountains of rainbows and bliss Let our embraces be immortal From this day on

She has a shoreline smile Below wheatfield hair, A crescent of white land For shipwrecked hearts. Like a bow, she’ll draw you Over the strings–no matter If you’re in good tune– Until you can hear what she hears That’s sweet…

A visionary in vintage clothing, A hymn’s longing in faded jeans, Rummaging through objets d’art Or searching for stars in empathic eyes Twinkling over facemasks. The tea leaves in my old hiking boots Laugh like Gibraltar itself At such good…

Meringue images, A la mode memories Of safer days Fluff my pillow at moonrise. I made contact with our future Four years ago. Will the knave of hearts Be up to thievery? We are suspended in pandemic, No bowl-of-cherries trance…

How certainly the angels dance! The stretch of possibilities I never fear; I see romance Is candled in a wheel of brass. I practice with a rosy hand The whole of magic in my life. The early arts I toddle…

your own two feet: i remember how you stood on them through the ill winds of business. i recall you explained to me one night, in your room, about the poor times we were in. i saw the coins on…

morning, morning. came the dawn trotting spongy over the mellow turf with dew. and then the warmth raised the mist to sip it and quenched were the night’s dark candle and the morning’s thirst. dancing, dancing. came your love calling…

Winging whitely it came, That moon— Where wheatfields below paid homage. A consecrating host was That moon— Mingling grains of wheat into one specter Of light-bathed. Magnetically, That moon Clustered clouds around itself Illmuninating them In lightning lines of silver…