if the only limit is your imagination
what's happening? what's not to change the world?
don't pretend to sleep -- run & burrow & breathe deeply

young wife

written in 1995;
posted in celebration of our 15th wedding anniversary

she dreams, coming
home from the market. sacks
swing from her fingers
brush her legs
bump her hips, her skin
anticipates
satisfying her husband's hunger
with her special sauce
and the approaching sunset and tomorrow and tomorrow

honey moon

written in 1995;
posted in celebration of our 15th wedding anniversary

you're a Superman pool toy
on you stretched out belly down
I can fly

you call me green olive
without the pit
you sing tapioca pudding

laughing
the super market will be open
late tonight

a folly foretold

after David Grossman, writing from Jerusalem

how insecure, confused and panicky
the natural continuation of the shameful
prepared to embitter

and somehow, all these calamities
fearfully aware of the mess
becomes ever more inflexible

I would like to believe
above all, this insane operation
typified... freshness, originality, creativity

already there are those
to blame... our shame
however, will be harder