Traffic jam on the Bridge of Flowers
Meandering clusters
love rustling
bees
jealous flies try pollinating
white asters, snowflakes
against shimmering black water
I move
a head
flickering
drench vegan cookie in "Ahab's Revenge"
We can’t figure this out.
Are the asters really daisies?
You return
Comparing
I predict
there will be no name tags
when you return to me.
Unusually moving...I read some of your bio...sort of scanned through it...I can relate to much of what you said...hope you find the peace and reality you seek there in New England. Best of all things to you. (Not all of we males are power hungry...or powerful...some of us are just lost and confused. Some? Anyway, peace to you.)
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.