LITTLE COSMIC DUST POEM

   Out of the debris of dying stars,
   this rain of particles
   that waters the waste with brightness...

   The sea-wave of atoms hurrying home,
   collapse of the giant,
   unstable guest who cannot stay...

The Wanderer

     Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.
     Upon what man it fall
     In spring, day-wishing flowers appearing,
     Avalanche sliding, white snow from rock-face,
     That he should leave his house,
     No cloud-soft hand can hold him, restraint by women;
     But ever that man goes

A WOMAN RUNNER'S ATTEMPT AT WRITING A LOVE POEM

Waking up in your arms

My sun baked hair blending into the dark hairs of your chest

Your arms are as soothing as good run

The jam on the wheat bread I baked yesterday

RUNNING TWO YEARS AGO

My legs imitate the rhythms of my heart

Learning the joy of putting my feet down most effectively

Rain drops in the eye

Green pines bounce by

Mists emanate from the black asphalt roads

NIGHT RUNNING

When a daylight runner runs into night she gets another world

Rick-racking on simple side streets

Avoiding pollution and eye-jabbing car headlights

My feet are road eaters of smooth roads.



The golf course is painted by sprinkler ghosts

Bending their bodies to the ground