Morning Poem 1
Beneath the neon red Domino Sugar
I turn my feet slightly north toward
the glowing white Under Armour sign
sugar and underwear
in this practical city
of improbable dreams.
Morning Poem 2
bruised purple clouds
above pale yellow horizon
the snow lays lightly
the stout flying geese
call each to each
Morning Poem 3
And the sleek fat crow
oh, master of trickery and craft
along the curve of the road
hopped across my trail
Morning Poem 4
Sugar snow still
on verdant
grass ready
(as we all are) for summer
bare plane tree oaks
sprinkled with ivory crystals
and I with my warm coffee
mug in hand
have finally learned
the names of things
and something of their nature.
gaia mouse 