#458. pittsburgh (for evvie

February 10, 2011

sometimes man its the poem not the poet 
time counts up the years and down
meeting space too is sacred water

sometimes man the grey rivers are so cold
and where they meet they are Oh Cold
meeting and roiling new waters

sometimes man february is a song for spring
snow and ice singing on the rivers
helping a child to the morning

sometimes man the function follows form
space and form following functioning
warmth following spring and cold

#118. Four Piekus

December 21, 2009

1.

Fish may be serene
like they have all the answers.
But they can’t eat pie.

2.

Rain falls steadily.
Where did the cicadas go?
Cherry pie beckons.

3.

Autumn leaves are sad.
Pie enters tummy.
Yummy!

4.

Search deeply The Endless.
Do you have room in your life
for pie?

#72. For Anna

November 5, 2009

A child’s painting
mature and demanding
innocence calculating to manipulate
emotion, time and space.

We are transported to France
or daycare
at your whim.
How does nine years of life
command color and line and form
so well?
Well enough
strong enough
to do your bidding.

A child’s painting
given precedence made important
by talent and love
and a simple wooden frame.

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