Under almond tree, I remembered you murmuring blues, your face a poem I traced with walnut ink & red feather Wrinkled leather were you...

when i arrived sky was dove grey as your face, cloud-pinched  by pain i wash your hands  fragile as crepe paper soothing gentle words  belie...

i see you, bighorn sheep on the steep mountain ledge and crevice  your hooves fitting & climbing through rocky terrain, stealthy as poet...

the lagoon soft sands & shimmering  i lost track of time forgetting how quickly this  turned to high tides, rocky-rolling i swallowed sa...

  when the moon hides ribbons the clouds to purple gathers the bones of trees & stardust and shapes our eyes into a waning crescent  rem...

  I. It is not the best weather Grey skies and winter chill Dulls my red fancy feathers Still I go tap dancing, a thrill II. Her singing is ...

let's make a fruit salad as sweet as a ballad specially when paired with a flan so get a large tropical fruit cocktail can & drain f...

  i can sit here all day flipping around in my tuxedo suit until i am blue with all of my crew i do not need a jolly man  with a red coat of...

sky is a mirror snow-dredged, grey-stained by sleet & salt december breezes  stiff cold as bone-dry wheat stalks maple trees are leafles...

snow covers the dead maple leaves & city roads  all white soft as river sands filling in all the emptiness- darkness steeps hours with g...