at my ear from a stray fly’s
rusty trumpeting
Morning after rain—
a big blank silvery skylike a movie screen
My head in the bed
glows bald in a dark window—where it all goes on
*
The sky’s like a child—
full of goofy faces andslow sudden changes
Rust patch on a yellow
pipe cap:
Big buxom woman
blowing her harmonicaunder blazing sun
Little white-haired man
limping uphill and pushing
an old bicycle
*
Tattered flag droops from
its pole at the post office,swishes in the wind
Happy my belly
is purring so warmly allmerry morning long!
Cold clear winter dawn—
downtown buildings with sun fireglowing on the glass
*
Strands of dry cheese like
broken Chinese characters—
late dinner table
A frog with flowers
exploding out of his head—courtyard ceramic
Leaves like golden moths
riding a slant in the wind—old hotel window
*
In silence—as if
without moving I might catchmy runaround life
In bed with the flu,
feeling my life leak away—drear January
Standing close, two men
smoke and talk in the cold park—two clouds between them
*
The pink-blushing sky
above a dirty shipyard—smudge of winter dawn
Crescent moon grins down
as the glowing world begins—sun climbing the east
Long islands of clouds
with salmon-colored bellies—peeking cold sunrise
*
Dusk: paused on a path,
staring at the boiling tides—two men’s silhouettes
Dusk: trio of gulls
huddled on a slick sand patch—dispersed by the tide
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