Saturday, February 6, 2010


Clear blue sky and warm sun
Gorgeous earthy tangle
Of oak and agave
Fragrant hedges
Dewey with recent rain
All turns
Like love in my breast
Home smells
Coffee, onions, lavender and bleach
Warm my blood
That should be thick as bacon grease
In these pale Northern veins
But instead
Seems to run thin
As new maple syrup
Around my tired bones
Through my stinging heart
Outside the green-black grackles
Tune their strange vocal radios
While here I sit
Pen to paper yet again
Still searching