Tuesday, January 25, 2011

branch of the heart

"Branch of the Heart"

His love was a sort of
branch of the heart,
forever reaching,
with rough bark that
chafed the skin
and precious, sticky sap that
ran beneath the buds.
When it stormed,
its petals plastered the ground,
a dewy, soggy mess,
and prettied up the mud.
Until winter, and the weight of snow, when
it cracked, tore, broke
and fell without a sound.

Friday, January 14, 2011

with the city

With the City

True, their marriage had far beyond ripened,
it had aged with the great city.
But that majesty was dashed
when the emperor's wife
had the veil--lifted from her eyes, 
much like it had been years ago, 
to find her leader
with that Young Woman,
whose eyes still bore the veil of

The wife ran from the room, unseen,
to rejoin the flowers, the setting sun,
still thankful 
for at least her own wisdom.