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In May
In a nook
That opened south,
You and I
Lay mouth to mouth.
A snowy gull
And sooty daw
Came and looked
With many a caw;
“Such,” I said,
“Are I and you,
When you’ve kissed me
Black and blue!”
Gedichte zum Thema: gull
Gedichte zum Thema „gull“ auf Poets.by.
Floating World (Ukiyo)
In the demimonde they say rules
don’t apply; even the law of gravity
has been suspended. You can laugh
from the bottom bounce of a check.
You can float. Women are more
than ornamental: their arts are art.
A sailor spots his ship’s figurehead
on her way to a meeting of the board.
The glass ceiling hasn’t been shattered
but turned into a floor: like sea ice,
blue, translucent, prone to cracks
and groans. It will hold your weight
until spring, when the old order returns
with its dark fins and foreclosures,
its strip poker, its house that always wins.
Nature conspires with nurture again
Cornish haiku
where the dog threw up
at the edge of the road
early morning gulls
the incoming tide
a ground beetle rotates
on its back
through a gap in the hedge
as we flash past
a partridge and her chicks
village museum
retired fishermen gaze
at their old nets
rain in the campground
a girl hops back to her tent
on one foot
the sun comes out
Arran
Harbor at sunset.
A boy fires his air gun
into the water.
A bus and car
squeeze past each other
at the standing stone.
Crowded campground.
A fat herring gull walks
between the tents.
England by Rail
i.
A crane in a scrap metal yard
unclenches a great, magnetic claw.
Breast-shaped mounds of soil
sit two fields away from the pit,
a future fish pond.
Gulls glean in the plow’s dark wake.
A large, white dog follows
two boys along a dry creek
while we in our fast train
hurtle backwards over the sleepers
in their gravel beds.
ii.
A signal goes out
& we creep slowly through the night
so the driver can inspect the track.
* * *
Anniversary…
their teeth can now kiss
without their mouths
Such language,
the battered can
rolling north
The horse
and the spider,
either side of the field
My thumb against
the heel of my other hand…
slowed pulse
I’m risky,
rain on my stubble
and breath
One broken blade
Haiku 60
She giggles
at her grey pubic hair
through new glasses
An old film…
the youth’s curly leg hair
vanishes mid-thigh
An ambulance waits…
little girl rides a scooter
in ellipses
Coke bottles
clink in his square basket…
pedaling home
He pressure-washes
into the windstorm…
prancing spray-ghosts
Tuscon
In Another Country
Walking the streets of Cochin
Walking back in time.
Walking over my footprints
Walking, tracing, remembering.
Remembering shadows of a spent youth
Remembering lights bright and empty streets.
Remembering an open window, a shut door
Remembering light filtering thru leaves.
Gone- the room, the hotel, the lane
Garbage piled up where geese once honked.
Gone- the shops with fruits and cakes
Gone- the girls with shy smiles and love.
A stranger to faces rushing by
Strange indeed, the memories bidding bye.
Did I ever live here, doeth my breath linger here?
Did I ever stand in this shade- why, only a stump is here!
Barnstorm
It was a chip. A simple french-fry
spread in ketchup and mayonnaise,
revealing itself on a traffic-island
opposite the dry-cleaners. Wings pulled -
lowering to ground, it assessed
a simple strip of potato.
I have never liked gulls. Wing-span
the length of seizing arms;
looping the circumference of my
scalp. It would take what it wanted:
a chip; my mind. Poker-face -
it circled for death.
#82 Apr 2 67
the man in the street so
many disturbed
persons
in married life
that bird there, it's a gull?
the boys are
mimicking it
Eleven
I walk on sand
and think to join
the gulls. We'll seek
a route across waves,
leaving behind
so many troubles.
The dory-boatmen
launch through surf,
eyes picking their way
through rocks ahead.
The Gulls
You forgot
to remove
his hands
still stroking
your breasts
in slow circles
like gulls,
white bellies tight,
as you
so naked
tried to light
a smile.