Saturday, March 25, 2017

To My Wife in Mourning



bright day,still birds, black
spots on the blue sky, slightly
sway in trees, and wait

for winter to stay
or summer at last to come
like we’re waiting for

the pain to stop, death
to give way to the winter
sun’s soft, warm embrace.


(for our son, Brian, 1986-2017)

Monday, March 20, 2017

Urban Square


Wayne Thiebaud, Urban Square, 1980, Oil on canvas, Oakland Museum


rise
canyons
steel over streets
vaulting rivers fly
to the hard, blue sky
sharper than
ink, than
bright city
lights.

(22 Oct. 2013)

Thursday, March 16, 2017

In the Cold

In the cold
there's no room
for old fears; tears
that freeze on your
cheeks are
useless.

Lying under narrow eves
on porch or sidewalk grate
waiting for sleep 
or death
to ease your pain, 

you cannot remember
how you got this way;

for thought, like water, 
congeals to solid rock,
and you can't 
even pray.

(12 Dec 2012)

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Author's Note: Estimates of the numbers of homeless in the US today range from 200,000 to 500,000, many of whom are unsheltered children.  This is a national disgrace.  Update 3/2017: President Trump's new budget inhumanely slashes poverty programs while increasing military spending.  He thinks this will make us more safe.


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В холодное


В холодное
здесь нет места
за старые страхи, слезы
что мораторий на ваш
щеки
бесполезно.

Лежа под узким кануны
на крыльце или тротуаре решетку
ожидания для сна
или смерть
чтобы облегчить вашу боль,

Вы не можете вспомнить
как вы получили таким образом;

для размышлений, как вода,
застывает в твердые породы,
и вы не можете
даже молиться.

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Автор отмечает,
Оценки числа бездомных в диапазоне сегодня США от200000 до 500000, многие из которых являютсянезащищенных детей. Это национальный позор.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Evening Prayer

Wind stirs in expectation
softly strokes my face.

The March sun reassures
warms pale flesh
through layers of thick sweater
and winter coat.

Under indigo hills
new grass flows,
yellow and green,

as past distant ranges,
to the sky-bright, rounded sea
it flees and sends
a gift of clouds,
aflame
in glory.

Peace to the grass of the fields!
Peace
to dark hills and drifting clouds,
and to the sacrificial sun
peace!


(21 March 2014)

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Suisun Spring

the green glow
of our cottonwoods
newly clothed in the gentle April sun ....

our apple tree,
still skeletal,
intimating cotton buds
promising green glory to come,

and the grass!
all winter-yellow evaporated,
shouting like a
third-grade leprechaun
skipping across the playground
in the school's St. Patrick's Day Parade.

but most unforeseen,
along the rough fence
the vinca
blazing with royal light
in the deep, verdant shade
of our cottonwoods.

(12 April 2010)


Friday, March 10, 2017

Deep in Grey

Deep in grey
we wait
as black night drops
suddenly 
and completely.

At the end of our day, 
hope is measured
one careful procedure
at a time.

Night is not kind in winter.

Too early It comes,
and stays too long,

brings fear,
red eyes and stinging tears.

lit by red numbers
night measures our lives
one pulse at a time,
in dim blue bars
gleaming in the distant ceiling.

Clasping hands
In the fading day’s light 
we pray
for one more 

morning.

(28 Oct 2010)

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Rockville Road


soft sweep
of gentle hills
fallow fields
famished
for black seed
worked earth
glistening
in late rain
listening
to songs of
spring
as every
narrow
furrow
waits

(20 July 2013)

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Spring Storm

Duck Creek Lightning Night, 2012, oil on linen
V...Vaughn (used by permission)


night drops suddenly
birds, nervous, slip into eves,
silenced; a stone drops.

peace be on this stream.
sliding song of rain soaked creek,
rising moon, refreshed.

(28 April 2014)