Every

thing

moves-on soon

enough; hands

with their creases

and leaping of minds;

shadows in the air,

women singing,

a last kiss,

fire’s out, some

where.

Spring

That fire has been burning for a long, long stint

and one blue ball twists and turns akimbo

delighting water, up and up, to air

and a whiter flower bursts into gold

and a tiny creature sucks at liquor

and that tiny creature’s gobbled by a flying bird

landing in a treetop, hammering a song

for Spring, for Spring, carousaling Spring.

Tea Leaf Terry

I saw a quite disturbing affair

once –  a UN worker lifting a brandy glass

at a car boot sale -

flitted around as dusk began to fall

and spy-glassing - as if looking for dregs -

she stuffed the little jar

into her coat, glanced like a ventriloquist’s doll,

and walked away on wooden soldier legs:

quite a disturbing affair I saw.