a day in bed
a cup is lifted. all else disappears.
forgetting all, becoming drink.
just for the sake of setting down a cup
a table comes to be.
a cup is lifted. all else disappears.
forgetting all, becoming drink.
just for the sake of setting down a cup
a table comes to be.
a valentine! this old man’s feeble fingers
trace the lacy edges, bewildered.
what gift have i to send? the tiniest breeze
sings songs that stir the blood.
down comforter, you sap me of my strength
and make me waste such precious hours
of morning, dreaming. santa rez, las cruces,
my friends are moving on!
the body is a suit worn by the breath
a drapery, waving slightly in
a timely wind. the starch-stiff places and
the wrinkles. pocket lint.
a robin lands on the railing, turns its head
peeks over its left shoulder and shits
a laugh ignites my belly. off he flies
steam-waves through the cold.