






Morning Glories
don’t feel slighted
because they bloomed
in the shadow of
Mexican Sunflowers…
Though the humans
who otherwise might
stop to admire them
can now not be
bothered to notice them.
Regretting having that last kid… (that would be me!)

You glow in my heart
Like the flames of uncounted candles.
But when I go to warm my hands,
My clumsiness overturns the light,
And then I stumble
Against the tables and chairs.


sun dips behind
buildings; early on a
Winter afternoon.

Winter morn:
still waters reflect each twig
of bare trees.

The apparition of these faces in a crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

rain tree canopy
contains city’s secrets
‘til the leaf drop.
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Going to a cocktail party with no one I know in attendance. FYI —Things that would generate less anxiety include: cage-fighting, gator-wrestling, skydiving, and (admittedly with the appearance of irony) giving a speech to a large audience.
A battle-hardened phalanx with pointy sticks.