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Monday, May 26, 2014

Autumn lines




Autumn lines 


In the autumn pond, plane tree leaves
form a brown, green, molding quilt.
Quick skate bugs, instrumenting off
key the mean at some distance,
Keats’s quotation marks.

On the flat varnished surface
cats paws pull up, echoed off
the coast, wailing skyward--
means bug out, sure indented
water again, reflected sky.


(First versions 2 September 2006. Revised 6 May 20014, a rainy autumnal day)


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Pale shore




Pale shore


Computer burning brightly
into drafting table avalanche.
Great clutter up! Tubes of paint, erasers, staplers!
Enter pens ink-pots sketches.
Outside, the street walks by,
roughing in vague cones and spheres,
straightening the screen as you’d straighten a slide show.



Monday, May 19, 2014

In block



In block


The orange block’s between
some stacked white blocks,
under the burgundy block on
some white blocks.
The burgundy block’s on
some white blocks,
above the orange block
between some stacked white blocks.






Tuesday, May 13, 2014

oceanic





oceanic



on the river i felt free & easy
songbird calls             i stood listening for some time



now                            today i watch gulls circling plaça
onward summer trips to platja



she got that pineapple
streetcorner flute in shirtsleeves of ragged wrist



no no es muy cómodo para trabajar y es muy bonito




Friday, May 9, 2014

Tunnelfish turndoor



Whew lookin tunnelfish turndoor
trace myeye long snapshot
does the while angle
grow allay and
then whoa
hearin
tastes
tou
ch




Tuesday, May 6, 2014

white on white




white on white


mostly small divisions
tusk then snow exit to clarinet
stillness egret in shallows
sliced green onion’s lightly pungent
the moon’s lithograph
paper split-ended thread against silver
the loud noise ice rain
device hatchet cloud sun delight
hopscotch chalk furs down cod
deep white shore froth to exit
green array incised like
bright cut silver light
off white dray tun


(various drafts since 2009; here as 13-line sonnet)

Friday, May 2, 2014

eyeball spring





eyeball spring


Shakespeare’s coinage           the ball that holds

a bright moon                         I in ego quip

bright flood                            flight brood

the season’s martins               scour

the courtyard’s chilly air        sclera

cornea                                     vein