Thursday, August 24, 2017



Sunday, August 20, 2017

One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group


You are
equal to them.
You are one of them.
Worthy of a smile.
You are wearing
worthy clothes others
immured with respect.
You know how to keep
your troubles silent.
 .
They don't need
to take too much
time with you.
You stand straight
not stooped. They
like you
uncomplaining.
They will walk
beside you.
.
It's not just
the vision of them
moving down
the street with
unforgiving
harmony on their faces
and the obedient dogs
parading. I imagine
a march of proud
creatures of the past
kept together with
elastic bonds that
stretch and bind.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Broken Practices


I am floating on habit
saying the worst cannot happen.
When I open my
front door a 
redbearded man is
standing in the hall,
wearing something
that shows his legs.
What are you doing
in my house? I shout.
The worst, he says,
can happen.

Friday, August 04, 2017

Seventy-Seven Year-Old Man


It is late
mid-morning and
most of my night-time
privacies have died down.
I shower and wash
almost all my
obsessions of grease and jelly.
I sit down on my dry chair
and let the cool air
sterilize my mind-flesh
away from what is impossible,
and the dreaming.
I redeem myself from
secrets.