what do you call a circular flourish in the air? a bird
what do you call yellow and pink and blue? dawn, maybe dusk
what do you call ten fingers like a cup? finding your face
what do you call a combustable memory, then none? a flame
what do you call a river between sky and land? rain
what do you call the sky upside down? a bowl
what do you call an idyll stroll from the west? zephyr
what do you call a wrinkle in the sky? summit
what do you call one eye open, one eye closed? a question mark
what do you call a boy born from a peach? Momotaro
what do you call room enough for one more? bench
what do you call how earth sees your face? bare feet
what do you call a mountain going home? mud
what do you call hunger revealed? spoon
what do you call the shadow on your face? lips
Fair is fair. The blog so christened, then shouldn’t it
contain a poem of its own kins sake name?
vision gets intimate with only a half-evenings blush.
standing on the porch looking south. there. you see? half a block
over, what you could easy do in bare feet. round past the white wood
trim shed in back, an open yard, no fence, just imaginary lines.
there. the pocket market and gas. Bill’s.
neon brights in the half-dusk-dark. a yellow billboard with red ink
letters. the door a shadow indent. behind, silhouette trees make
the horizon seem high above the conjured water line.
there’s a rocket in my backyard sky.
tonight we’re going to the moon. count my toes. leap that far.
tonight we’ve a thin white feather and red tail shaped like wind.
we are leaning into sky.
moon & me will be in the same sentence soon.
breathless life. was it the same before?
moving. moving fast. here we go.
hold my hand.
one from a gathering of personal snapshots, taken by residents, of shuttle-craft launches. I am immersed within by their ordinary intimacy of a shared exceptional experience.
do you hear? one wall plus more than three and a roof within.
that’s how it arrives. inside first.
many voices offer names. none are taken home. instead,
willow cloud petal thirst. bright and bright.
meaning less. more free.
these received are your face in all the shades of light and sleep.
oh stillness beside. here, these hands.
two palms will rend the drought. and you, you within.