My Ancestors
My ancestors picked cotton
Worked hard stacked brick by brick
The old say the young
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They call them the instant
Microwave...
Night Sky with Donald Trump
If I put him beneath a sky full
of stars, stood him without
phone or tablet, landline
or screen, broke his connection
with the...
Haiku Haiku
haiku moment —
most pure
before words form
swallowing cherry blossoms…
will I compose haiku
with a japanese heart?
loon skimming still lake
above its own image — ...
Ocean
I’ve got insomnia
again. I lay awake
for hours, listening
to the fan whirl
as my thoughts swim
round and round to you.
You’re six hours
behind so when I can’t
sleep...
Caught in the gusting wind,
a swallowtail flutters ahead.
The lights are red
for eight lanes in each direction,
leaving a vast emptiness
at the heart of the intersection,
except...
Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
My mother framed the Rockwell painting.
That image of matriarch in white apron
setting down white platter
with turkey large enough to feed
all the smiling...
As if England and Nature were the same,
At Williamsburg we imitate by culling
Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game!
And out we strut, colonialling,
Having to mincestep Revolution...
FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH
The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...
Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs...
