with fragile stone
people are hurrying
scurrying raindrops home
but i am on a walk to walk over
the brooklyn bridge to smell the sea
and hear poetry and to sing with the poets
all the ayes all the masts intertwined with cables
steel gray sky breathing with us as we amble and stride
strive to hear the music the words the horn of the ferries bright
beyond the underneath the promenade still stands fast greenheart
of the fragile forest




over the river

i become

the forest

over the river

i become

and go


#535. walking is

March 27, 2012

concretally clopping poetess overtaking 
my aged steps in the glinty glinty sunlighty and the roar 
rah roar of hudson estuary revolution up
stream tasting the choco chocolahtidah hot sipping hot 
steaming whistle whistle whistle through my 
nose hairs occupy my consciously unsubconciously new york

#526. transit

January 6, 2012

the wind turns the river dark
holding hands on the graceful bridge
stone you fly and bring our shores together
vigilant brooklyn heights manhattan shines beside thee

you and i ride
hold our bags
a pearl
around on
the winter
subway floor

#514. strung out

December 24, 2011

cold and still
in the canyons tonight
the wind pierces by the river
struggling with my simultaneous selves
all of my moments are lost until by memory
they are desired

anchored between the river and dark solstice
i take comfort in the bright knowledge
that the light is growing surely now
with reflections off the ripples
catching the city of spring
pivoting returning hope
from day to night 
now back again
towards day

#508. sestina of the path

December 18, 2011

today i am walking with the river
the bodhisattva ghosts
are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
in the clear smoke
i think in light

today i am walking with the light
across the elemental river
out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
and my clear mind thinks of time
drifting the bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the elemental light
within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing the ghosts
silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the clear deep music
the element of ghosts
clearly causing the silent voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying the drifting deep time
silently taking in the light
is bodhisattva even in the smoke
the voice of elemental music
thoughts from the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are the smoke
takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in bodhisattva light
voice of this  river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

a recipe in her own hand for cocoanut cake
i could sure go for some fresh poet cake
bake me a cocoanut cake emily

the words are so familiar 
flour eggs cocoanut cream of tartar 
butter sugar milk makes one half the rule

i can bake the cake but not taste yours 
but reading  your poems i taste
your words mind voice

i can live with that
on a bright day 
in manhattan

#499. east river

December 9, 2011

still water
now december
the leaves having fallen
begin their journey back to energy
can see it reflected in the excited
calm of my friends’ eyes
the river flows 
to spring

#489. a glimpse

November 29, 2011

the day
has twisted
my thoughts into tempests
thwarted desires
lead me to the foot
of the bridge
my stone
is worn smooth
by the quiet noise
of the Endless

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