Saturday, July 17, 2010


out on the patio
hungry   fish
nibble on talk

the first   top water lure
walks the surface

the second   Bettencourt
Assassin ratchets
the line taut

the third   buzzbait
fires predatory instincts
unique plug
strike-triggering action
knows to walk-the-dog
side to side   rattles me
oh flashy   deep running
multipurpose blade

trust the bait
retrieve   pause
a lure drops
repeats   hooked


Saturday, July 3, 2010

I Am Waiting

Into your eyes I fell, transported
caught up in our bodies' play
deeper into mirrors each held

we pledged our troth
to names we gave ourselves
performed the magic rites

ignoring ways the path
could bend and hurl us
into safe perimeters

familiar territory
we had wished to leave behind
where others tell us who we are.

Entranced, each waiting
for the other's call, the name
of names, waiting for the other

to awaken, break the spell,
return us to the sacred place
where we may fall again.

Longer version published in Revelations III, 2000