Tuesday, April 16, 2013


Returning from sickness
through corridors that arbitrate "you go down that way"
not all having to do with the size of some lymph nodes
nor the redness of a throat
but more to do with the wonder I feel
at seeing a budding maple on a gray afternoon.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


To be soaked unstintingly
in dun
or iridescence
and to not know from one moment to the next
the hues that will come.