Moment to Live For
When around the dismal corner I drive, Windows open, autumn air hard On hands, See your eyes brighten open like Fast films Of flower blossoms blooming, since You had Expected to take the bus.
Warm amber ardor Sweet rye sun, charcoal filtered Joy-propulsion juice.
Morning Portrait, 8800′
Morning Portrait, 8800′ Strong, slight sundressed girl, all sinew, all arms and legs, steps from the den of cool last night, sweat and woodsmoke, dawnlit, shoeless, wincing into sub-alpine August; She squints, fidgits, runs fingers through thick twists, tangles of gold from straw and squares rope over bone shoulders towards the east. She is twenty-three…