Friday, May 23, 2008

Local Treasure

sedimentary impediments
clog these mental artways
when simple words or few
do hang upon the choirs
that once rang far and wee

It's not nice to cheat though
even if it means whistling
at the dark to find how far
the shadow cave echoes travel
and dancing alone, or nearly

yet the weekend comes
with its baked pizza
and promise of another try
as I learn again the names
and meanings of local treasure

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Orange Moonlight

The poetic push has come to shove
not writing because of love
which I suppose makes it less
worth reading

I'm sure they saw the orange moon
those ancient poets, new ones too
rising full in eastern evenings
like tonight

I would walk to where you are
long through the night
past barking dogs
and lone passing cars

I would