Another Take on Saturday Morning


Another Take on Saturday Morning

Would like to be dark-haired, handsome, lean as a hickory, 
famous, and have a sense of well being—all on the same day.

greying at the temple
and still "the poem"
      unwritten

Beyond Reason

Beyond Reason

On this one way street, where two slatterns grapple over what? 
the evening traffic circumvents, discreetly.

 a flash of thigh
       taunts
 beyond reason

Winter Lightning

Winter Lightning

Revealed as being himself, I hate a favorite uncle for not quite being
my childhood hero.

               talking of old times
               as dusk crowds the kitchen window
               winter lightning

From Now On

From Now On

She sleeps beside me bathed in moonlight. Saw what I saw, know
what I know.  Great sex still, but no heart for lovemaking.
 
               is this it?
               an empty canoe
               on a river
               slow
               as from now on

Two Willows

Two Willows

Like lavender weather on a blue-or-blush barometer, the chartreuse
willow,  in my neighbor's lawn, stands between two weathers.

 yellow willows
 blown back
 bring Laura

October Morning

October Morning

High and motionless, the hot-air balloon seems painted on the
October sky.  Its flame, the distant roar of a Chinese dragon. 

               so vivid -
               her fresh
               tattoo

Bar Harbor

Bar Harbor

October sunrise
        looking out to sea
               everything ship shape
 
And on the beach, overnight sculptures of stone, stacked
by unseen hands

The Doe

The Doe

As the headlights touch her, her legs fold to unfold on the far side of
the fence where she isn't . . . having vanished into thin dusk . . .

                                          gone -
                                  but the wonder
                                 of blood and spirit
                                        remains

Maybe

Maybe

No name on a deed; no retirement coming; as for steady work—forget it. 
Some think I live this carefree life. Maybe I do . . . maybe.

                      on my palm
                             this snowflake
                                  swiftly becoming . . .

Herr Stein

Herr Stein

I can still hear Herr Stein saying: "... but it is a good F, in fact, if there
was such a thing as an F+, that's what it would be."

               at the nursing home
                         explaining myself
                         to a puzzled man . . .

The Home Front

The Home Front

A lone bumble bee patrols a hole in the ground. Kill it and soon
there's another. How am I to finish painting the house?

war and the rumors
      of war - still the routine
            of bee and clover

Bright Days

Bright Days

Bright days, hand-in-hand—what a friendship we had then! 
You said, "The river is shampooing its hair," and we played
Pooh sticks from its bridge.

                                       that glint
                                    in the forest -
                                  where did it go?

Strange Harvest

Strange Harvest

His first day home on the farm, unscathed by combat, he loses
an arm to the combine harvester.

 last night
 a sister's auburn hair
 this morning white

Irises

Irises

ladies gathered for
 a garden tea and gossip
 irises in bloom

And in the summer breeze these now beige irises seem to nod and
whisper, and if you listen closely—the faint rattle of tea cups

After the Spade

After the Spade

Tossed and meant for the field, but hanging looped and limp
from an apple bough, the snake's carcass.

after the spade
three inches and the tongue
still flickering

Spring Woods

Spring Woods

Skunk-cabbages that yesterday were green napkins folded to
stand upright,now forge the bog, swarm the wooded hillside . . .

 across the path
 a snake
 too cold to care

Winter Cottage

Winter Cottage

Unworldly wind, and dark the midnight forest. So cold the
branches click like antlers. Beyond that, not much to know.

In the black of nothing—
               phantom bucks
                              battle