#377. no place like it (ldw4

September 6, 2010

the crowds
and kids are gone home
the rivers run singing quietly
the city’s spirits rattle
echo down worn hot
cobblestone mazes
and cool rooms
call me to my
sweet bed
and you

#376. oscawanna (ldw3

September 5, 2010

hazy on
the hudson
where its a river
clearly the lake nearby
and the leaves on the water
floating knowledge of the future
in the beauty of decay
and the delicate pleasure in time

#375. max and yetta (ldw2

September 4, 2010

lower east side
hard buzz
labored middle
knowing everyone
is here with me frantic piece
work peace the best that can be done?

i can smell the burning clothes
still i share the sorrows

#374. labor day weekend one

September 3, 2010

which is it
that my ancestors
fought for sold thier kids on
dreamland or america the thief
medina of gold or thief of dreams
i know what my grandfathers would say

work harder

green shoot
growing in the diamond
sand learning healing
dancing smoke
in the wind off the sea

#299. earth and swan

June 20, 2010

for myself as papa
without my kids again
midfathers day laughing
with lover wife playing
tug of war with the dog
i still know the truth
of the experience heart
love and time gave us
my children and will
wait as long as i can
as you need

#282. rachael

June 3, 2010

the pure water
sparkled less than you did
giggling at two minutes
an old soul teaching me
about the sun through the flecks
of dust on a morning
alive with gold
a tall summer tree rustling
in your waking breaths
is the moment of gift
which is all the fire
that i have of you
daughter

#262. home brewed

May 14, 2010

fire roars
sound of hot
water banging
merrily against
a round steel kettle
the rustle of tiny golden
leaves sprinkled exactly
into the strainer a bouquet
silently and sweetly awakens
the air before the whistle calls
you into the kitchen to gather cups
and cookies to pour and steep our tea
in the beautiful japanese clay and bamboo
pot

gentle evening of our universe
murmurs home

#246. for mae

April 28, 2010

i wanna butterflower
for power and dreams

i wanna hold you bright
and now

may all yr sleep be deep
and fresh.

i remember yr eyes
blue not green
flecks of gold.

#242. hearth

April 24, 2010

in the glisten of evening
my girls return my spirit
to the life that remains
mine to share

water slaps
earth groans
metal squeals
wood creaks
flame snaps

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