Saturday, August 20, 2011

A DAY IN AUGUST

"Boston Bikes", oil, by Susan Cox
They went to Boston,
and Boston behaved
the same as ever –
seas of people
with the power of living
inside them, a little love
in each painting
in the museum, the millions
of smiles made
in just the few hours
they were there --
this pair,
privileged to be friends
for two brief weeks
in a world
with its arms wide open.  

Sunday, August 14, 2011

AT AN OUTDOOR CAFE IN PUTNAM, CT


Her wrist was resting
on the table, and the table
was tenderly holding it,
just as the earth
was carrying the table
with care,
just as he
was holding her
in his sight
and sunlight
was warmly holding them both.

Friday, August 12, 2011

SOME WORDS



Some words were selected
for him on this day,
some words made of
currents of air and
quiet ideas
that didn’t show off,
but sat still in his life,
like he sits still
in this universe
that spins itself
in happiness, but
doesn’t do it
to show off.