afterward...

back is new aloneness

this morning

without you near to me

suffice the thrill of night

 

about our loVe

as if it all has been

choreographed

foreVer in dance mode

are we but courting grebes

 

at rest from flight

a swallowtail's wings touch

together tight

as if this space between us

neVer before existed

  

myriad moons

of barnacles stuck

on dock pilings

the bond they create

there for a lifetime 

  

frosty cold

on an ocean boardwalk

at first blush

a sandhill crane afoot

in the tepid mudflats

 

dropping out

of neptune's fog to skim 

the ocean

under a skein of geese

so gurgles its surface

 

 

 

today we

memorized the sad news

you were gone

so in a sea dove’s beak

we send this flora wreath

 

(for Johnny Baranski)

 

safe harbor

in eVery sea squall

you are here

loVe  is a fender 

between boat and dock 

  

petrels abound 

oVer the seaport

a pearl gray sky

an ultimate perk

for loVers of rain 

 

 there's another

world exists for dewdrops

that to leaVes cling

and yet being in loVe

were we but this adept 

 

'twas an eVening

in winter we embraced

a neptune's wind

that made seagulls fly low

the flag on its pole stand high

 

rain or shine

you wait for me

eVery time

a flower bursts

into full bloom 

 

and you are mine

the sweetest sensation

time after time

a swallowtail curling

nectar into its mouth 

 

abandoned

to walk a rainy beach

of loVe lost

just follow each pockmark

in the sand that leads home

  

wintertide

painting the skyline

a hot pink

sunset to die for

this seaport eVening

 

spring wind 

blows a nodding blue

lily 

you’ll find me at home

in the wilderness 

 

twilit eVening

the undulation

of a seine net

how long it stretches

and deep it plunges

 

clouds aboVe

the breadth of combined

swallow wings

tilting and turning

a single shadow

 

waiting for

the whistle of our

old bamboo chime

windless nights without you

still leaVe me woebegone

 

dewpoint

in this arid desert

sparkles

on eVery cacti spine

and each showy flower

 

reminiscent

of rainy eVenings spent

with an old flame

between thunder we count

our seconds together

 

O ocean storm

one sure sign that tells me

you are coming

in squalls and gusts until

gulls wing on high again 

 

a tempest

animating our world

with gusto

we loVe like the proVerb

there is no tomorrow

 

skyward ribbons

in watercolors rose

after the rain

a fan-tailed raVen wore

iridescent feathers

 

hard winter rain

falling with such Vigor

the night erased

a great blue heron’s prints

but brought yours back at dawn

 

helicopters

from their maple parted

in early fall

on a long road cut short

came loVe out of the fog

 

pumpkin seeds

for next year's garden

spread to dry

until a dark cloud

burst without mercy 

 

nary a sound

in this sleepy harbor

instead came smell

the windy day perfume

of spring phytoplankton

 

white on the beak

of baby swallows

giVes them away

each time loVe returns

are we young again too