The first time I saw sunny

The first time I saw sunny

She was dancing in a Tijuana bar

To procol harums another shade of pale

The borders we crossed

Along the Mexican peninsula

Across the illegal plains

Saved me from my floundering self

Her beautiful smile as she danced ankle deep in the luminous

Ocean night….

Smuggling books into East Germany

Under the Berlin Wall

Later in a ghost filled room I made a prayer

For the lost….

And they went home

And the wall fell down….

10/13/19

When light mirrors through

Where light mirrors through
Shattering glass….
Breath falls out of a crescendoing wind
Breath looking for its life

Bells of paper prayers burning where once
the sentinels stood

Trees calling to one 

another before 
they fall
Trees in their remembered shadows

Going away….

Amazonia rhapsody 
Bologna Italy
October 4 19

Mistah Song

Stars untether the boneless night….

There is a room where outside its smiling windows
The shackled skeletons break free….

One awakened
One asleep….

We have borne winters soliloquy as beggars
In a field of blinded goats…

Wandering the burnt landscape among
The names of charred
Regret….

She is spinning the wheels of rainfall
in a dress of fallen names….

Placing them in a leather glove….

For the next one to wear….

Mistah* song

*mistah – Cheyenne word for ghost or great horned owl

From the stronghold
June 3.19

For our mothers

Soft rain embraces the flowers with its silence
Night rings its ancient bells after
The lightening strikes….

All around light that has hidden in clouds
Opens its eyes….

Looking for you….

For our mothers
Bologna Italy
12 May 19

Remembering the inward dreams that don’t go away

Remembering the inward dreams that don’t go away
The small silences of early morning….
The wanderer in me now
Among the warrior uncles of my youth….

The porch light of those summers in Oklahoma bathed in circling moths

Shimmering as heat over the wheat fields…

Shimmering in hard life and peyote moons….

A grey heron….

Standing on one leg

In the still spirited waters

Of twelve mile point…..

Foggia ghetto
April 30,19

In the rain just now

In the rain just now
Before dusk…

The smallest stones on the shoreline light their lamps….

Every morning the same songs unsung
Hang from the trees where the owls sleep….

Soft songs melting through the leaves

The fragile leaves….

Hiding among the death masks
The still open hands….

Over which a song I have dreamt all my life

Is sounding….

The songs
Foggia italy
April 27.19

Dawn disguised as sorrow

Dawn disguised as sorrow 
Stands before the wintered plain

A wolf track fills with snow….

Crow lands….
Shaking its shimmering being
From the solitude of flight….

Winter
                  Winter

The badger watching….

Mahago domiutz ehiwoh
(Walking badger said this)
January 10,19
Bologna Italy

Waking to a yellow poisonous sky in Paris

Waking to a yellow poisonous sky in Paris

A dark kitten purrs softly on my hotel window ledge….

I cross the early empty streets toward a taxi….

Heavy fog at gateway

Small rabbits running across the tarmac….

In the airport lounge in San Francisco hours later

Sipping an old crow and seven…..

Later in a rainstorm in a phone booth

I light a cigar….

Drifting toward a waking dream….

A white field of broken skulls in Yemen

The only darkness the holes….

Where their eyes were…

Lines from a revisited image

Bologna 1.11.19