What Words Need

Open earth

Loving fingers

 

Cave-cold

Snow-silence

 

A flat rock for sunning

for resting, wings folded

(Not) Bilingual

I am afraid that if I understood

the lovers on the walk the commuters

on the train those lovely sounds

washing over me would cease to be music

and become only what’s for dinner and

can you believe what she was wearing

and damn I forgot my umbrella again

Red Riding-Hood

The forest floor is carpeted

dimly autumn gold and black

This is fairytale land and alone

with the spiraling downfalling

broken limbs log bridge

across the creek I remember

one French-class sub

his inappropriate eyes

Avez vu le loup?