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for devorah I two stars in a wet night curled up in the rain reflecting in pools their dark shadows while the clouds rained down two white stars too early for light too pure to dim in a broken sky II november cold rasped dead sparks of a young girl and an unborn boy. she wrapped herself in a scarf. he turned away. lost people waving empty hands, looking the other way. two pals saying goodbye. on different days they came outside. the earth is silent. the moors and praries hold their tongue. endless anniversaries of god. the rain watercolors the earth and time is a wedding which goes away and comes again another day the soil is rich. the grass and cornfields grow high. but silence doesn't grow. it waits. it waits for the grains and flowers to see its own sunrise, to realize its dawn. as a musician knows silence. a boy and a girl wandered on different thoughts, following the violins and flutes. but the musicians rest. dancers leap into the silence but stand motionless. and silence just happens. III for no reason silence breaks irons and a boy approaches his manhood woven like a hesitant promise. for no reason silence paints a morning picture, a pensive girl, naked, on a stepping-stone, ready for the day. a botticelli lady on a half-shell. an echo of an early love. a springtime blush |
| Other poems: for devorah ii "he leaned against someone who cared" In My Dreams Poesy Syllogism Blues tuesday basketball "we are all trees in a forest" "Yes I died" |