heavier and heavier
the day is working
up to rain
but I am remembering
glowing light
the touch
of an angel wing
netted sometime
in the past
memory and invitation
the low solo line
of a native flute
the waitress
brings cups
of time
quiet and efficient
breakfast
for survivors
war consumes, hearts shatter
but here
in the diner
it's a question of
sugar or no sugar
toast or a muffin
LC
I would ride a blue motorcycle
across the continent
on and on
until I found Jerusalem
Neither here nor there
where the angels are sitting around
a planning committee, I guess
coming and going into the light
Neither here nor there
All corporal I'd stand
leaning a little
on my blue motorcycle
and I'd yell
What the hell!
as leaves are opening
grass beginning to shine
so many calls from birds
floating on the tide of Spring
now's the time to pull up anchor
to float on the waves
of a newborn sea
LC
April 12, 2022
the prayer
plant gasps for light
stretching,
stretching this Holy Week
reaching for
the window
cookbooks
shelved in rows beneath her
but she’s no
reader
she’s made
up her mind
if she can
she’ll be an arrow
shot straight
into the sun
LC
Edge
4/1/22
huddled on
what seems to be
the edge of
the world
verging on
night with canyons of stars
it’s a drop
off
too vague to
bridge
or even
measure
possibly
surely a
dream
seeming to
be outside
but really,
inside
forming for
future
reference
LC