Appearances

The inimitable amity that was Ann:

Flaxen, woolen, statuesque;

mushing huskies, nursing babies...

Abandoning Men.

~SPOON FED~

Pandemic drama

swallowed at dinner,

the six oclock news goes down

Physics

The man had a tattoo, hungry sinew, eyes like haiku.
The girl had a crazy phoenix psyche, read Dostoevski.
In January, gravity sort of lost its mind when
the man's talking eyes asked, "Are you certain you are not me?"
Tears falling inward, the girl sorrowed in the transposed world.
Heart hammering, she heard herself say, "Thankyou for making me bleed" to the man who measured her husband who sat calmly watching TV.

 ~~~Light

DENIAL

Once more she lies beside me, sleeping in the darkness.
Again she tells me she feels trapped.
She's wrathful, then winsome.
An evanescent equilibrium flits through her and she says,
"I love you."
I sigh.
How crazy her eyes were last summer when we crossed the Sierra Madre.
She said the moon there knew her.
She said, "We'll take the moon home, hang it above our bed, create a new season."
But there are no new seasons above or below our bed.
A stolen moon casts no light.

~~~LIGHT OPERA~~~

I wrote this long ago, just before my divorce.