Attic.
suns fade
the childhood things
the gingham dress,the hat
that names the school,the sash
the swimmer won,the music sheets
from class

Zoo.
past bars
apes grin,cuddle
their beg for nuts, the groom
for biting fleas,the chase
around the mates,the milk for one
new born

Winters.
fogs have
their secret place,
the peeling shed, the rose
between the thorns, the shade
beside the path,the space that fills
old cars

The panther.
fierce brained
the steel green eyes
the pacing gait,the cage
around the stench, the snarl
between the teeth,the loss of all
he knows

Recalled.
in thoughts
the swaying swing,
the lighted porch,the smile
of the first kiss,the lives
we talked to share,her curls of hair
I smell

Horizons.
fly high
you migrant geese,
the season’s change,the call
to father lands,the stars
that guide the minds,the winds have brought
you far

Once.
to waste
be wild with drink,
the rakish talk,the struts
into the bar,the scorns
I turn to fights,till one by one
they fall

Stranded.
beach fizzed
with slapping waves,
the seaweed smells,the yells
inside the wind,the crowd
in gathered boats,the fight to save
all whales

Daughter.
late mail
from distant lands,
the perfumed page, her joy
inside the words, the towns
along the way, the need to see
still more

Winter.
some men
must test the real
the naked monk,the snow
feeding the steam, the Zen
sitting in it,the hour to watch
his pain

Eagle.
dull minds
these pigeon things,
just pecking seeds,the coos
inside the nests,the heads
they bob to walk,I King of skies
eat birds

Beyond.
death brings
the last long sleep
the gentle pull,the breath
that leaves the room,the peace
the loss desires,the way to be
soon whole