Friday, February 27, 2015

Early Days

Recombinant garden in
Mingled ends, starts --
A function of character
Among magical arts-- and
An enchanted riddle living
In the middle, giving, giving.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Missing Jones and Y2K

When I was a boy of fifty,
Jones the cat would find
My lap wherever I sat and
Share his habitual nap --
His posture toward existence.
And, at his insistence, 
I too would slip consciousness.
We were friends, I guess.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Gardening Problems: What To Do!

What to do when
Half the galaxy gets
Snagged in your olive tree:
Relax, examine peripheries
For what tangles let
Fall  and roll free.
It's small, very very
Like a glowing berry
Escaped from its spoon.
Pick it up, it is the moon. 
Throw it way up high.
The stars will chase it
Up, up into the sky.