Field Guide

Where are the dandelions

On the edge of summer’s breath?

The stars are volume and sound

And depending on mass

May end up as holes

In the ground of the universe.

Where are you exiled?

The weight of distance

Is the circle’s geometry.

I published a field study

On the aerodynamics

Of solitude.

And found that it could swim.

The Flowers on Mars

The flowers
On Mars
Are heart shaped applause, wolves of
Silence, bankrupt fractals
On their past poems,

Asteroid belts, summer nights, lava, rocks, stones, leaves, solitary. They ask,
What are the numbers in the fourth dimension? What are the quadrants of solitary meanderings?

This dawn of the stones.
I walk alone.

Flying Sidekicks

The shadow of the moon
Is an avalanche of fire
Like hands coming up from the sea.

I can talk to you of flying
Sidekicks in the summer trees, a head
Stand in the evening rain.

When sadness is neither frivolous
Nor misplaced, when it is palpable.

Can laughter make the trees
Turn white, said the moon.

It can, said the sea.