Racer

 

Tell me something different

Tell me what the world has forgotten

Tell me where you have been, what secret

places touched your long and fluid belly,

what dark mysteries drew you to the hole

where I found you

 

But of course, I didn’t find you –

you allowed my presence so I could

look into your eyes and wonder how

the plates of your skin were constructed –

no welds that I could see

 

You allowed me your image, the one

I didn’t ask for, but the one you granted me

so that I might shout the glory of

of your yellow lightning

 

 

Winter Tree

walk in the cold stillness
where the white silence burns with memories
of frozen hands useless against zippers
and snow angels falling under our shadows

wander, recover simplicity and lay down
everything that doesn't matter,
make friends with the flickers drumming you home
and hear the one song in your weary head