Selected Poems
Another optimist summer
In times of drought, even grass grows grey.
We, cock-eyed knock-kneed young
when flowers failed, fill our beds
wet with promises.
We paste poems, hot, on garden walls.
Several days of Sahara heat hang hard
black inked words whiten illegible
then fade invisible.
In a scirocco, pledge papers flap and detach.
Dizzy from the heat, our delusions of change
flake, crumble and fall under a
real unforgiven sun.
Our vows food for dead inpatients.
Older, we learn to drink and love, cool and quiet.
