ジャズ

黒鍵と白鍵

銀色の楽器や

鳴き声で

ポケットの内容

スマホ財布

旅券車の鍵

硬貨の音

Husk

The last whiskers of a late winter ear of corn were withering into a dust when I heard the whistle of your sleeping sigh and thought you might not know me all that well.

But winter comes and winter goes, and corn goes away and grows and to the soil and trees and everything with eyes that can see years will say that brown and dull yellow can only lead to green. 

Image

 In a parked car, still,

staring at a redwood tree

Regretting the lack of courage

That starves the heart of me.

Memory

 The memory of a body

Infects my mind

A straight line up

Twenty-seven-odd rays of light

Must be from the window.

A field of brown or red,

Two black circles,

Centers, blue,

And I am slowly undone,

Speechless, disassembled

by the memory and you.

Open

 You are a field

With short grass

The wind blows over you

Unencumbered

You are an ocean

With strong waves

But a stronger, still,

Underwater

You are a mountain

With high peaks

Standing against the clouds

Unmovable

You are the sky

Infinite, illuminated.

Holding sunlight

Unending.

runaway

when can i touch

the whirlwind of fire

in your hair

when can I feel

the shock of your skin

when can i hold you

wrap you up in my arms

is it enough

to hold you in my heart

can't tell where

the tracks are going

or, before we get there,

whether it all will end

but if we crash

i'd like to crash together

if you'd like, stay close

and if you'll let me, reach, and

I will hold your hand.