on the street
but you did not
see me
if you caught
me at the corner
or like a comet
flashing
you said nothing
not even the guitar
remembers
my name
Friday, April 30, 2010
Call and Response: Day 18: Sunflower Gate
I do remember
the gates whittled fromthose active city streets into
crowded cafes, Owl and Monkey
sketching wide doors into journals
bringing the outdoors in, the images
of days dreamnt and classes of yearn
flowers from the tips of our pencil
poetry from our mouths
like heady sunflowers tilted
seeds between our teeth and tongues.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Call And Response: Day 17: Café Society
Do you remember
we sat in cafés
reading poems
talking about poets
writing
trying to work
together when words
and location on paper
was intensely private
cracking open our hearts
and books
Do you remember
we sat in cafés
reading poems
talking about poets
writing
trying to work
together when words
and location on paper
was intensely private
cracking open our hearts
and books
Do you remember
Call and Response: Day 17: Ash Cans
Friday, April 16, 2010
Call and Response: Day 16: April Morn
the camellias are fading
lush blooms aginst
browning against fading
against dieing
the cold that nurtured
a cool growth
beaten by frequent breaths of
heat
and sun
which pop the roses
and hydrangeas from
tightly rolled green
buds
lush blooms aginst
browning against fading
against dieing
the cold that nurtured
a cool growth
beaten by frequent breaths of
heat
and sun
which pop the roses
and hydrangeas from
tightly rolled green
buds
Call and Response: Day 16: This Tree
Call and Response: Day 15: In Process
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