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…

this is to miss: wistful for all you should have said before parting. or liked to have done? yes, that too, before you parted. if you didn’t recall at all you wouldn’t miss at all. memories? yes, that too, once…

Cannons of silence Boomed I stood trapped Flanked by the sunset And the palest moon “Enter in,” ordered they I did, netting visions Of cavecrawling And discovery (Remember my head sandwiched Between pebbles and limestone?) Caverns of silence Remain Without…

For me, dust is as much a sacrament As bread. At dawn dust is disturbed Cool by life; at dusk it settles silently As life retires, as sunset goes to sleep. I like this grit as much as mud. It…

I ambled down a beach Where warmth embraced my feet At every step. Invited by the sand I sat Near lapping water’s waves. I cupped my palms To ladle up some sand And turned my wrists To let it run…