“Abduction on the Canyon Rim Trail,” “Hair Stylist,” and “Martin”
I don’t expect
a soupy river to steal you away.
White blood cells explode into whitewater,
filaments of breath sweep
A confounding disappearance into
the thundering confluence.
“The Long March,” “Sunday Sunday,” and “Marie”
Bound on some skillful retreat,
a long march
north and west;
cut off from the rest
we end up foraging
in some scanty orchard,
the two of us.
“Duncan’s Point Along Highway 1,” “A Poem Without Poetry,” and “Nightfall”
Purple delosperma frozen on stone cliffs
Permanent calligraphy on blue canvas
only tides change.
Carved into a driftwood bench
three names now forgotten.
“oh physics,” “Messages,” and “Elfie’s Quantum Thoughts”
of warped gluons in the matrix chromosomes
molding children with necks and knees
disjoint and attenuate physics of the transport
of chlorophyll far more certain
than law or reason
and the stopped blood of embryos
“Self Portrait as Poet,” “Work Friends,” and “Now Playing”
Poet, you mama's girl, so bad at volleyball, first dates, job interviews, your albatross of asymmetry flung floorward like an eloquent glove, ironic as that yellow pedestrian yield sign on Chestnut Street, permanently pavement-flattened.
“Early Envy (1956)” and “Fantasy Football”
When he’s eight he envies neighbor/buddy Bobby his airline pilot father
who drives his eye-popping harlequin Ford Thunderbird
with gears-a-poppin’ engine roarin’ to and from Idlewild
before and after taking off into the wild blue yonder.