The Fountain

Yellow skin girl
Enveloped in a dancing fountain
Art made life made art made play
The sweetest days drift briefly, sway
I watched the river turn
Deep and black with memory
Bridges crossed and wishes made
Time spent unwisely, paid up
Till the 9th day
When she will return
Shrieking in the foam and spray
Joy spilt on the edges
Summer’s fair way



A Strong Tide

Joy swims on the edges of this river Holding 2000 years of chatter Deep grainy scent Our Father Who runs through the heart Of all his material boys and girls Great-grandchildren Playing on the shoreline Making spirit forms Driftwood and … Continue reading