Ovation O happy tree, whose glad hands Pass along seven loaves Of broken sunlight – Teach me to sing In your susurrus chorus, Lifted by an unseen wind. 7/28/2019

Hem Red sky, red and pink Orange and purple and gold and blue All aflame in effulgent glory The hustling clouds cannot quite contain Halted, astonished, embarrassed, amazed Stained with excess incandescent grace 1/11/2020

“Step light and holy. Your fellow worker’s souls are at stake. ” So wrote a friend when I told how little I enjoyed my new boss. I did not know what he meant, or what connection his words might have to my plight. Some time later I thought of Shylock: “Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, Read More

Unfinished Cat On a porch, With a purring cat, I have welcomed the spring sun. Such a cat Should not be moved By the call of lesser chores As I pet, Her claws dig in; And I have other thoughts. From my lap I must resign her, Unsettled; but I must go. 7/29/2004