And under
the tilt
of this
jasper
moon,

in angel
folly,

your body
falls in
complete
surrender
to me.

and the
taste
of your
honey suckle
lips,

captures
me in
time and
consequence.

suspended
in all
that is
around
me ..

that
is you.

from
eternity
and back
again.

the ripples
between
the moments
I think
of you
like half
dreamt
dreams

that lie
lovely
in the
wind.

and this
moment
is all
that
my
heart
can be..

your eyes
are all
that my
soul
reaches

to see.

tonight...

These are not tears of sorrow or joy;
These are tears from allergens, m’boy.




(As Tennyson did not say)

For Mike Marconett

                                  of happy memory

Bright star, beyond a Sterno stove’s brief glow,
We’ll live forever as we live this night:
Coffee and cigarettes and comradeship,
Our backs against the sun-warmed Sierras
As the cold falls from infinite darkness
To keep the snow in place another night,
To smile in ancient silence back at you,
To make a glowing, slumberous twilight until dawn.
Those C-rations were good after a day
Of scrambling among pre-historic rocks
Made musical by the dinosaur creek,
Water as cold as the dark end of time.
San Diego glows in the south-southwest,
Silently, inefficiently, light lost.
But you, dear, happy star, will still shine down
On dreaming youths, tonight and other nights,
Counting for us, for them, each millennium.