My Picture

Miles Davis blue…..
back again.
Girls holding hands,
still seeking affirmation.
And I could not help thinking
of the wonders of the mind.

The dance…..
an uneven edge
in early spring.
Another re-birth of an awful promise,
bound into a whole.

A big sky…..
with uncertain legs.
And a death poem,
waiting to be given life
all over again…….
in this unknown place .