Untitled Poems I and II


Heavy-heart willows

Drift lazy arms through

The green-sweet air

That smoothes light over my face;

Light muted and dappled

Under the whispering canopy.

A breeze chuckles in the leaves

And I wake to the small applause

Of rain; then sleep again.


Doors sweep; tumble down drowsy

To the gravel, to the ice-slick,

To temperant pup waiting.

Who barks, laughing,

At the wisped smoke turning away.

The End

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