True North

 And to think there must be a source

 left strangely unaware and responsible

 besides, who, with the string of clouds

 moves towards intermission 

it is time for us to be together

 to go to the screen to mind

 to get caught up in the fullness of music

 no more to reckon in the empty house of Romantics

 The ironic rain barrel, cuddle fish, 

one surveys the land and finds that the grass

 is much taller over there

 that this very afternoon is hot enough

 to muffle the exchanges between the wildflowers.,

 No one stands for something

 they wait for the light to pass on into berries

 or fizzle with questions, 

someday you will want to know more

 But no matter how hard you aim

 the book opens to the same page

and gives the same message.

And that may be the only strange

encouragement that you need.

New Poem

The seasons

beautiful involved, 

lovely like invisible elevators, 

who thought to get off 

at the next stop 

who thought the party 

was always there.

The lamps were on 

the glasses arrange themselves 

in the green light. 

There was a familiar spirit 

that changed into a hush 

on the hills in the evening 

when the room darkens,

 and one can see no farther 

than the face in the window 

it is as if a century has passed 

and people in the theater 

waltz out from their seats 

as the lights turn on 

and new ones waltz in.

First Fiction in Film

 I remember you were wearing purple

as the tangerine sun lit room

Accented the crochet .  I was six.

The day continued.

 I stopped looking.

The orange cat was always around.

I ran around the table

The pictures capture that.

Also, you waving into the camera.

And teaching others to say hello.

To pose. To walk slowly.

To pretend to walk before

Stepping on to your plane

And flying home.

Organizing Flowers into a Bouquet

Under Wednesday's umbrella

we shape our eternal dress

I tried to avoid saying that.
Glowing in jars of youth.
Breathing out layer-cakes.
We've grown silent

in these last careful months.

The marshland of notebooks

many remaining instruments
and the hint of citrus twist 

words into a particular curved roof.

This one here and that one there.

Is much of what it all comes down to

until we step away and see

How the wording created

A thought no one not even you

Knew you could think.