Friday, March 24, 2017

Thursday, March 23, 2017

someone wants to be my friend

I only had one half hour for coffee
but he came down from Westminster
she came from South Boulder
someone wants to be my friend
he's a black man from Arkansas
all his brothers were murdered in the ghettos
she was born in Argentina, escaping
to America after her father's friends
kept being "disappeared", we know how
horrible that was.
they are different from me
and they want to be my friend
I want to be their friend, too.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The lady in gold


Everyone knows her husband, the man in the suit,
Sir James Galway, his lilting speech, the fluid sweep of his music.
I never had heard of Lady Jeanne Galway, the premier woman flutist
in the world, how could I never have heard of Lady Jeanne.
Her sound sailed over the auditorium,
what a dignified, yet musical, stance, the music moved through her
while her husband stood still, so quiet, motionless.
she is the lady in gold,
tonight,
draped in green silk embroidered in flowers
I only wish I had a photo to remember her forever,
she is my Lady, he is merely a sir.
,

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

la grammaire


la grammaire, c'est necessaire.
yet how do I speak English fluently
without knowing the gerund, the dependent clause,
the correct use of the comma,
we blunder through without a clue of grammar,
without a clue of how to express what needs to be said.
Did I really tell her she needs something else in her life
to balance the unbalance,
to find some happiness in a sea of despair
that so envelopes her that she doesn't even know it,
in spite of meditation and better grammar than most.
we may know grammar but not see clearly,
we may  know the subjunctive but can't find a job,
we may know a main clause but never find love,
we may not know where to look
in spite of straight A's.  

Monday, March 20, 2017

a nice surprise

a nice surprise to come home
and find three of those people I love
sitting at the pink dinette.
The Goofball husband, the lithe and lovely daughter
and the young man who will be my son-in-law
I know it.
so we drank whiskey and port and
I dissed the universities that rejected my daughter.
Puh to them
Off they will go to Australia
so much more fun than academia.
I'm happy for them.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

the dentist

he has a nice smile
we gaze at each other.
I look into his eyes, he looks inside my mouth.
I would not want to be a dentist.
Tonight, I note that the pile of papers has not diminished,
that the laundry lingers on the floor upstairs,
that the fall leaves still cover the new growth
that the weekend I had planned to attend to all these things
is over.
I had fun instead riding my new bike,
speaking French while drinking coffee at a neighborhood cafe,
lunching out, dining with friends,
drinking too much
and enjoying it.
tomorrow I see the dentist
I must get to bed
the appointment is way too early
what was I thinking.

Friday, March 17, 2017

the optimism of spring


first, the crocuses.
brilliant yellow, deep purples, 
the reticulated irises, so tiny, so detailed,
the white blossoms pushing forth from the 
nanking cherry bush and the forsythia,
the forsythia, such lanky branches dressed 
in yellow.
the hostas are pushing up in the east garden,
bleeding hearts are already a foot tall, seeming
to have appeared from no where.
spring bursts forth in all its glory
i rush to meet it half way.