the bright and shadow
the cat relaxing or bones
melting into warmth
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
1130 Miles: 21st Day
Four hundred years since
conquistadors rode into this city
Today only a hint of water runs
down acequia
All artists are called to whisper back in
the poetry of the plaza where we rest
then dance a troubadour dance
Bring back the easel and take up the ink
1130 Miles: 21 Days: Standing Still
thinking about Mercury
his winged feet
his changing shape
his supple back
transform
healer to trickster
then round
again
we are unsteady
unsure
if our feet are dust
or wings
uncertain
whether the air
as we step over
the mesa's edge
will hold us
his winged feet
his changing shape
his supple back
transform
healer to trickster
then round
again
we are unsteady
unsure
if our feet are dust
or wings
uncertain
whether the air
as we step over
the mesa's edge
will hold us
1130 Miles: Day 20
School doors stand open again
algebra instructor and language arts
meet my tentative, headstrong daughter
The sky was never quite so brave
changing clothes again, three times
blue jeans and turquoise bells
1130 Miles: 20 Miles: Aurora
your beauty small and open
the first blush of morning
a splash of pink and fragrance
how to paint you
when words brush
aperture or memory
are never quite
enough
the first blush of morning
a splash of pink and fragrance
how to paint you
when words brush
aperture or memory
are never quite
enough
11130 Miles: Day 19: Old Toys: InKneeling the Icon Is Revealed
In Kneeling the Icon Is Revealed
Until I bent down at the street corner shrine
I did not know what I would find
Plaster of Paris praying hands
buried there at the center
Red silk flowers grown over, a dangerous,
missed curve.
1130 Miles: Day 18
How many blue gates in this city?
How many shades of blue?
Here a coat of arms in the grail
Green on the other side
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