sunsitting

like a cat 

I sit in the sunbeam through the window 

warming my cold shoulder 

until a dark cloud passes over 

and I wonder if more rain is coming 

cuz what I really need is the giving sun 

in a blue sky softening my hard heart 

until these chord clusters connect 

with the deep strings of 

longing within 

and purring begins

Oma and Norah in flowerbed

grandmother amidst

flowers in the sun holding

child intent reaching

 

Fleet Foxes (folkfest '23 poem #1)

abstract videos like hospital wall art

play behind you on 

that large stage 

after the storm and 

you fling your butterfly harmonies 

out into the tarpy crowd 

song after song of vocal variation 

that rests on bruised souls 

like a multi-coloured monarch 

that has winged one thousand miles 

to be here resting so lightly 

a certain healing can occur 

and we can leave the hospital bed 

in our teeming minds 

 

Roger and Bambi

dog and boy exist in syzygy 

aligned in spirits that gravity

like moon and earth 

in constant tug and push 

wax and wane 

tides of love come in go out 

so clasp your leash to this collar 

and go gadding through ditches of thin spring ice together 

undistracted by squirrels’ silly chirps tree to tree 

chilling rubber boots and stinking fur 

with brisk bracing water 

for this is no quiz or test 

no right or wrong 

no A or F 

just growing blonde boy and eager shepherd dog 

in the dark abyss 

where 

if you close your eyes 

the phosphenes can set you on your way to see 

the promise that exudes 

from two lives leaning together