p o e t r y m o n t h

tiny yellow flowers
green dress
autumn.
painting a small room
larger colours
the scent of a baby's head
on rainy days
i'll be in that fun food store
prune olives
eating the sunshine from italy
in nyc apartments
the size
of those three letters.
whistling talk
they don't get cold
stand on the corner all day
& rooftops
greedy five o's
my neighborhood's looking up
at soft skies
raining down
landscape.
Steaming Coltrane
the beats of stand up
base so low
as if to whisper
disturbs
secret being told to you.
newspaper
eating
sipping vanilla tea with milk.
i'll see cardamon leaves
orange. yellow and even red -
Maggie said you could make tea
from the raked leaf pile
and even saltwater foam
i never tasted that kind.
Rilke poems under fingernails
Edith Piaf perfume
whole days without phonecalls.
Lounging
basking
days alone
h  o  m  e .

2 september 94
nyc

Comments

[Dad]

Such good poems from over a decade ago--isn't it great to find treasures (that you could never write again) deep in the box, and bring them out to live again!

[Ricky Ian Gordon]

none of the imagery is empty...it is as if you are living in the poem and we get to live the day with you...and always the delight of the visceral, the colors of walls, the olives...food! You are a wonderful poet. xxxooo R