THE MOON

The birds of dawn

Sing Come out on the lawn.

Flowers

Say Seize the hours.

The day, the sun

Say Don't stay – look, laugh, run.

Warm rain

Says More! Again!

A tree

Simply says Be.

Beyond the trees, the beach

Rumbles Extend your reach.

A cliff

Asks: If?

The sand

Calls for a handstand.

A wave

Says Misbehave.

Sunset

Asks you, Done yet?

The moon, that overhanging stone...

The moon says You're alone.

Published online: Snakeskin, UK, October 2014

ON ROUSSEAU'S 'DREAM'

I will be a flutist

Standing in the trees

With the lions and tigers

Stalking past my knees;

You, my naked lady

Languid on a couch -

Is the tiger standing,

Or is it in a crouch?

Enormous tropic blossoms

Open in the heat;

Your hand is out toward me,

The pipe I play is sweet.

You have no need to answer

If things are as they seem.

The scene will last forever,

A moment and a dream.

Published: The Lyric, USA, Summer 2014