He was a toad catching flies
Except that with each lashing of his tongue
He pulled down aircraft
And long could be heard their cries:
Blessed be, Amphibian Creator!
Death to America!
Frog is greater!

Invariably,
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips,
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Infallibly.

A booted foot on the neck of the Aztec
Changed the path of a hemisphere.
"Live long and prosper" rings hollow
If you're not on the winner's side...

Far better, I say,

To be a wild rose
              in the wind,
Than a cut rose of many
              in a flower shop.

Jump in heavy
Don't be a fool.
No treading water,
In the family pool.

Blood Runs Thick.
Love Runs Deeper.
Bold Matriarch
Trauma Keeper.

Hello again
Darling friend of mine
Golden eyes
My dear
After all these years,
I must say
There is no one
Quite like you.