April 2013

absent moon —
darkness grows heavy
on my pen

transit lounge
between nocturnal spasm
and the dark night

pregnant pause . . .
the redness of a tomato
about to burst

clear night:
dark brushstrokes enter
the inner eye

street mural —
my shadow stretches
the truth

spring fever —
the lightness of footsteps
from the mist

third hour —
a leaf falls deeper into
its gasp of stillness

a nun lingers
on the first mystery —
all day long

the silence!
darkness encircles
each breath

rain forest —
the sound of night gasping
within thighs

autumn wind . . .
rain drops spiral through
galaxies

drifting deeper
into the scent of autumn . . .
that life, and this

night fall . . .
shadows lengthen
our eye contact

lengthening days a Möbius strip twists into