the fruit seller playing loud love songs 

slowly rounds the winding streets

(he's even recorded applause)

the music stays on 

long

after the truck is gone.

sketches

sketches -

language sticks

(to)

Jacob's ladders

(where)

I find rapas in the window

(round)

the corner 

(from)

 

the lengths I will go 

to find

those

words

like fireflies

burned

(into)

memories

(of)

 too much comes in

cannot begin to 

19 and two

you listen to their names

as you would a list

of

plants,

but refuse to write them down.

I don't want to remember, to look for them,

and find nothing.

Eight, ten years old -

school the nursery where we grow things,

and gardeners.

I did not sleep well.

I pot and prune, take cuttings.

The sea is still blue.

The ancient dog walks across her terrace

and forgets why she came to greet me,

turns, retreats.

A honeybee wanders among my flowers, high 

in the sky, looking for sweetness.

                                                                                    

dream of the dead

In the dream,

you watch the house

of two stories

(up, down, yours, ours)

empty.

He

doesn't linger,

not once,

not even a glance.

You above

it all,

as only an eye,

want to cry out,

turn back everything -

the words, the lost kisses.

 

He's left the ring,

the thing that was his, 

that was ours,

on the stairs.

 

 

 

so much now is

small,

practical

fearful,

undone

patience.

I float

seeds

in glass,

bury

stones.

two yellow-legged gulls

walking the terrace ledge

red spider mites

drowning in vinegar and soap

 

 

 plants coming home

some I know

but so many are strangers

(strange to the stranger) -

primrose, mallow found in fallow farmland, roadside,

around old home plots, ruins

clots of cala, marguerites,

clover, vetch, bindweed

living with

these

unknown

seeds and flowers

new knowledge

in the soil

says

what grows

will root

inside me

 swifts

in the air

where

they live their lives

high songs and dances today

and play

 

andorinhãos no ar
onde eles vivem as suas vidas

canções e danças altas hoje

e jogar

 

white to grey

white 

grey

swallow

swift

 what predator is this

white-breasted, dark-winged

something's testing the taste

of the freesias

 

that bird scat

new, tells me

I've had visitors

 

 

 a floral arrangement-

gerbera

germander

marguerites

onion

petunia

ivy

 

unconscious love

a lessened sorrow

visions

purity, innocence, true love

good luck

anger or comfort?

(petunia at crossed purposes)

good luck

 The fog an island

disappearing into sea

 

Edges -

ledge of blue horizon,

the shore a drifting horizontal.

The sun comes.

Two lizards rouse among the gerbera.

 

The clarity of day creeps in from the east. 

I try to stay focused

on this poem.

Eid

The moon sighted

yesterday

water

dates

indigo

blue 

white

two clouds

small squall

a plane

winds

bring

resources

into the sky

I watch 

how high

a swift's flight arcs

mark the tails

as three birds 

swooping 

from the rail

sail,

find currents,

disappear

 

 

amazing

how

many Americans

remain entitled

while not listening

not listening

and expecting

more.

densidades

 densidades 

mentais potenciais 

duplamente 

isoladas 

com potencial para 

proporcionar equivalências, 

potência 

iluminação 

que seja equivalente 

ou igual 

à original, 

agora esquecida, 

procurada, 

ansiada por

 

doubly isolated 

potential mental densities 

with the potential 

to provide equivalences, 

potency. 

enlightenment 

that is equivalent 

or equal to 

the original, 

now forgotten, 

sought after, 

longed for