[end of june]

end of June grasses fanning the breeze — a motor running in the distance * * * Wish I could capture this sky and open it again in winter [6-30-06]

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling and rolling there Where God Continue reading Greater Love

child

I listen to his young silence far away next to me as I drive down the wide highway into the purple morning lit by the trail of sparks above us he will never know me when I am young and the stars bend around me