21 June 2011
Pomegranate's hot in the sun
Barefoot on the pavement
Held breath for the iron press,
Agape beaked, still
Bird, become an icon of heat:
This present comprises a life,
And past summers a template make
Of the humid air,
Your pebbled sole, the songless bird.
The warmth of the fruit is but a memory of coolness.
09 June 2011
In what creatures do comparisons span twixt
And grasp what may not be held?
Most are to the present issue
Bound, wanting no stranger feedback,
But our space is with words suffused,
That multiply what they name.
Creation is not with purpose
But potential ached, a bridge
In a maze between states.