Please,
do
purge us
now!
of this… petulant
imperious, babbling
combed-over, bullying
beast of an imbecile.
Monthly Archives: July 2018
Peace of Beach
Just before the hour
When the horse flies lite
Just before the hour
When they bite
I dreamed of what might lie
Beyond the steaming milky haze
Just before the velvet daze
of summer’s
4 o’clock
Stranieri
Vecchia donna
Cogli occhi
Azzurri
Ci sta guardando
Come se fossimo
Trulli
Dolce Vita
La vita
è dolce
sovente,
tranne quando
è amara
raramente
Dauntless
Like a legion of ancient
Roman soldiers
suffering silence in the sun
an ancient olive grove
stands boldly, face to face
with the pressing, midday
Mediterranean heat
For nearly 20 centuries
it waits, tirelessly
for the searing star’s command
as undaunted by passing
thoughts of time & death
as it is content to thrive
putting down roots
ever deeper
at a rate of one foot more
for every passing century
Proffered trunks
like chiseled chests
stand firm
stand tall
thick undulating limbs
buck coltishly
‘gainst the shifting, sand-hewn
swords of pressing winds
outward, upward
towards the sapphire summer sky
rolling leaves viridian
on the one side
shimmer silver on the next
flamboyant tongues flicker
urging peace with life’s rhythms
surrender to its flow
its feasts, its famines
its dawning, its dusk
in silent harmony
I might have heard
them sing..
Dance dauntlessly
in the fierce
and biting wind
buoyantly
friskily, like a sea of rippling silver leaves
in the sweet and gently
shifting breeze, Be quick
to make waves of joy
of rage! Bear fruit
– abundantly
then in silence, yield
unwaveringly
to each and every
pulsating caress
of the glistening, fire-white
fecund, golden star