Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Spiritus II (Dance)

Limbs drunk 
on consonant wine,
waves break as hips 
dip in time. 

We shift in accord,
and catch rose petals 
on heels.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Spiritus I

Children settle
to the cadence
of Mother's breath.

Fanfare Sun of
noontide May---

The Gold of
your pitiless rays
hammer squints
on boys' faces.

Long ago
in grasses
pliant to breeze

We ran
past fanfare.

Mother's call

in pure cadence.