Whisked away, we waltz
when music befalls us
in three-quarter time,
dervishly spinning,
your hand in mine, my
how we glide. Suddenly
the floor drops away, whee!
are skyborn.
Chagall 2018
Archive for July, 2018
Rather than accept,
probe, rethink,
for any new future
must emanate a quo
Chagall 2018
Light.
To where?
Chagall 2018
Bluejay dead
on wet gray pavers
Damselfly with
ripped diaphanous wing
Lost dog who
defers to your lead to find home
Any and all missed opportunities
Chagall 2018
To distance oneself
write poetry that
doesn’t pertain
to them. In time
they will realize
you’re gone.
Chgall 2018
It is quiet tonight in Clarkstown, years of growth
have consumed the land, heaving the buildings to rubble,
resurrecting the old beneath, leaving silt and clay
sere at the surface to overtake what was once cement and
remnants of the human hand, above the resting dinosaurs and
the great mainsails of spiraling galaxies.
With respect,
Chagall 2018
Everywhere – didactic thrusts.
Chagall 2018
She said she wasn’t crying, that
people inhale sharply sometimes
Chagall 2018
I have already ascertained
the regrets I will die with
Chagall 2018
You be the one today
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 