rising from prayer/ i find myself/ in tourist photographs
Month: August 2010
a row of white houses
across the bay
the glint of binoculars
bush track and mountains
all I can see
is one horse fly
between roots
a woodchuck
gathering sun
a beach day like any other
until she unwinds
the ties of her bikini
The sky darkens/ The ocean replies
Falling rain,
the priest kneels before an empty altar.
a solitary bird calls to the space between lightning and thunder
my colleague
flirting with the workmen
… endless summer rain
rain in the puddle–
I have nothing to give
to the street musicians
towpath—
a blue heron shifts
the twilight
gone
with the storm
the wind chimes
my neighbors quarrel
deep into the night
seaside rest home
the gentle swell
of his belly
over my thoughts the hush of pines
Her last summer
each day brings
a new flower
workday’s end
a construction worker pees
into the summer sun
cobwebs
fill the curve
of the snow shovel
dropping my dog off
at the kennel her whine
amid all the barks
after the hurricane
only the moon