There are some women
—rare as blue horses—
who burn with life,
who emit sparks,
whose words ricochet around the room.
You may ask them a simple question
and their spirits quiver, then suddenly expand
far beyond the boundaries of their bodies
like tidal surges,
like thunderous waves of green water and foam,
flushing away all grayness,
washing concrete down drains.
POST MILLENNIAL MEMORIES
Remember my love,
how that when the kingdom first came upon earth
we walked along the lake shore, speaking beauty,
while angels swirled overhead singing.
Remember how we laid down naked in the meadows
to murmur awhile in love’s music
while the angels laughed
and swarmed above us like swallows,
doing swift acrobatics in the luminous air.