shut-ins can’t help themselves
from helping themselves
a storm forewarned
Dave Brubeck on the stereo
furry slippers
Bloody Mary tabasco raw egg
chilly in here hot flash
take off the
kick off those furry slippers
sinking in sweat in the city yet
there’s a breeze coming in
from a window facing
the Hudson River
hungry what’s this chopped liver?
she sits on an ottoman
looking down at her feet
one of these days I will disappear
vapors fluctuate through hollow air
legato the tempo light as strings might fair
in
reserve the right to be less guarded
everything I yearn was learned in stones across the water skipped
Gods speed come back to me
forever here to fashion ships
to know someone well would not be quick
yet in the
you are the perfect woman at my dawn
to take me to a path where I belong
a welcome gate no place is safe
I wake as tides cry from my eyes because you ache
and I a lonely soul still
Red Fairy Dust
perceive a leaf adrift in wind of seasons lifted spin