More on: Poetry

Her British husband messages from Maine:
I need more time 2 think. It’s peaceful here.

the fool who drinks the moon learns the moon’s old lesson

But your face is quicker than sparrows

I feel I’m floating on a pond
of sadness,

the children
were everywhere,
some you gave birth to
and some you didn’t,

The Z falls from doze
waking us to the forested creature inside

I could not tell you the story of my living.
Terrific tsunami or closed cabinet of heart.

I let them choose the rock from which the water would flow.

Called across, calling;
With a receptor there.

Just like you go looking for the rainbow.