wonder how the west wind knows
to bring her warm breath forth
July and August
look to the
sun's eloquence
the spin of our globe
perpetually
wonder in December
how a cold breeze emanates
from the North frosty reaches
just look up
at the stars
and the frozen tip
of Mr. moons
nose

come with me to the outreaches of drizzle
the upper branches of the tallest oak tree
look down wondering
is this, this
all there is
might there be a sizzle more somewhere
holier
one branch or twig that can make me whole
make me freer
thunder that clasps
louder the trunks the ground the breeze
enlivened , one thing to make me see
heaven perchance here,
on earth?
Shall I climb the volcano
swim the widest breach
jump broomsticks
searching
or
just touch another?

on the moist spot the sheets curl around her
make for indentions in my head
memories unforgotten all these years hence
still I picture long legs
in the air
hear her crying my name
Geronimo be mine
I should have told her
my real name

under the sunlit canopy
softly filtering red now
a caste a haze a panoply
of rays some yellow
reds some Hasidic
some
blue
green I like to say derogatorily
in private mind you
like green is a bad thing
when the cup comes round in public
I drink sure
take the bit of ******* whatever
wafer it is
and spit it out later
Candles are cool though
they light forests and curtains up
when the cat gets randy
tail flickers
then how hellish hot
it gets