Moondance
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night.
Night, blast, blight, cast
Silver, quiet, quiver, diet…
You are my every line
my conscious grammar
my pen
my hammer.
Coffee Shop Blues or The Cool Cap
I’m wearing a hat today It’s blue
“Why is it blue?”
You might ask… As I do.
My blue hat
My blue cap
My cool cap…
…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction
The Lie of the Living
Soaring in the space above words,
it lowers its view to woods and lake,
circles and sees…
Northrup Mall
I appeared
eyebrows frozen
radiator red ears…
White
On a warm twist of winter
At 5:30 in the morning of Korean calm
An early bus slips past the chot noon [first snow]
Sailing down in windless clusters
Like whispers
Wetting windshields…
