fine poetry to turn your world around
Time’s Wingèd Chariot ~with thanks to Andrew MarvellHad we but world enough and time, chocolate would be our only crime. We’d sit beneath the cacao tree, shaded by its fragrant leaves. Wait four years or more while I’d adore your lips,your forehead, silken skinuntil the farmers rapped the podson rock or tree, split them, scooped […]
SpectatorsIt’s the coldest winter in 15 years, TV’s weather guy tells, and cold seems to have so many meanings. I use this news to touch your face,kiss your chilly nose. Our iPhone app says its 45 but “feels like” 35. We ask each other why the “feels like” is never warmer. We’re Floridianswearing socks, long-sleeved […]
HORSES IN THE GULLY —After the painting, “All the Tired Horses in the Sun,” by A.C. CanonThe artist says they’re tired,maybe because they’re in a gully,each direction a climb no discernible road. Whyis one of the horses red, the sky orange? Why are the spots on the red horse blotchylike the white spots in the […]
What The Apple SaidI must say, I was really getting tired, Eve,of just hanging aroundon a tree that everyone—alltwo of you—knewno one should touch. Tiredof watching that sneak of a serpentcoil around this lonely, darktrunk on which Godhad nailed a NO TRESPASSING sign.Eve, I thrilledfrom my core through my fleshto my loosening stemwhen I saw […]
