For Monisha
Please tell me you went not silently
Into a not-so-gentle night, and that your
Giant voice of redwood
Wasn’t silenced after all.
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Daily Archives: Sunday, March 2, 2008
To The Musician
Wrap safety and caution around you, for
Girls and women may intertwine
Your fingers, easy as those vibrant strings.
Do you play their heart’s harp, sublime?
Arizona, Remembered
Red rocks stand in regiment lines
Against God’s painted skies;
For desert beauty my mind’s eye pines,
For canyons wrinkled like the wise
And grand rouge stands in childhood eyes.
His paintbrush dances on rocky faces -
I yearn for those exquisite places.
Good Morning
Fog floats gray in morning skies
Barely have strength to open my eyes
Coffee’s aroma bids me to rise
Good morning
Outrunning the Dragon
Sprint!
I leave the gate, running feverishly
To outrun the fire-breathing dragon
Becoming Watson
“I found a clue,” he’d say as he
Would pick up yet another object and
Inspect it under his magnifying glass
With the canary yellow handle.
