I Can Smell That Dawn

I can smell that dawn

hear it yawning through the trees as though the
morning broke it from a deep deep sleep, woke it
from a sweet sweet fleeting memory, a far retreat
into some fantasy, a place that won't come back

I can feel that lack
I can feel that mourn

just as clearly as I hear that wake and smell that dawn

Sam

Sam Shepard was so

beautiful!

we sigh

That photo of him biting

her arm!

His beautiful face!

The tragic glow of his wise young-man's

eyes!

The cut of his jaw!

His golden hair! (at least it

looks like it might be golden in these black and

whites)

Oh Sam!

we sigh



He's so sharp and steely now

though

she says

The last photo I saw of him

He looked like a dark

farmer

Staring into a distant

oblivion

the first thought this morning

my

self

is

memory

When We Reconnected

when we reconnected the earth was growing
cold, the

chill was settling in your
hair, there

were regular
rainstorms, everywhere

was
wet, the

streetlights that had streamed with hot regret were fogged into a
freeze, the

breezes were slap-sharp harpies with stinging hands and
yet, the

mornings we woke
together, the

mornings we opened our eyes to the light
together, the

weather was warm

and bright

Joan

The smoke takes her like a man never
could, circles
round her body, fills
her lungs, sucks,
her ears, plugs
her nose, burning
wood in every
entrance, every
hole, every
pore, burning
wood to take her where she's never
been before.

**

how the little moth circles

so slow

so soft and low

deep sea diver

of my air

Mortal Jewels

I wore the wounds like mortal

jewels, they hung in solemn

weights, clung like grave

suspicions, wrung my body

dry, sung my final

dirge with sorry

whispers of

goodbye