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He doesn’t have to
do anything but show up.
Fame does that for you.
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
Undercooked pancakes,
misspelled cards, weeds for flowers.
Love makes them perfect.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.
She curls around the
baby like a spiral shell
protecting its snail.
An unexpected
crocus emerges, smiling
from a brown leaf pile.
One piece would last for
hours and have few calories.
(I’m working on it.)
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point -
my life in short form.
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
From an estate sale -
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
It’s said women swoon
at his rallies, yet his wife
once called him stinky.
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.
Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
Bjork’s swan an urban
red carpet legend. Today
beauty takes no risks.
So hungry but the
dress fits stumble past photogs
smile stop nod pose smile.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
West coast of St. Croix
Palm shaded. At night, torches
cast glow on beach tables.
Green flash at Sunset
Grill on Sprat Hall Beach. Then dined
in lush tropic style.
Kayak to Green Cay.
Snorkel among reefs. Head back,
sunburned and happy.
Cruzan pineapple
flavored rum makes happy hour
even happier.
We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.
Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.
I burn candles and
incense. Maintain silence. Find
myself in nothing.
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.