(February 2001 edition)
our Slavic calendar its almost Saint Nikola Day
even now summer lingers in this calm space between my ears
for the slowness of old age did I miss my golden autumn ?
wind where have you been where will you blow tomorrow
love her light fingers, her soft lap, the deep woman rankness.
Aroused by her scent, I rub again, anywhere against her.
She groans as my claws dig and blood beads a red bracelet of love.
a breath of air, yet willow branches rise limply.
paints his mistress, its radiance braiding her hair.
that September day so long ago, maple?
The lover's knife plunged deep within a heart with two initials.
Your sap ran free to wash the wound the seasons helped the healing.
must have stories you can tell o stately white birch tree
how bright the gold moonglow on this whitecapped river's journey
flotsam jetsam from the beach he shapes into a sailing ship
fishline rigging paper sails, he floats it gently on salty waves
in a blink masts rake the sky--a full-sized vessel standing by
- after reading “The Construction of the Rachel” in Light Action in the Caribbean,
stories by Barry Lopez – Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2000
I feel again that summer's shimmering heat
into another dawn, rise through hazy drifts of dreams
at her window now she stares through cool darkness
Oh all those moons and brilliant stars enjoyed almost a century
Blind eyes reach beyond the dark her vision steeped in memories
labrador retriever runs through his dreams most every night;
miles upon this path paved with dreams for a lifetime;
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