Ezra Pound-esque
"Old Love"
Waves of winding notes
Wail from the gold phonograph.
Oval eyes meet square stare.
"Difference"
Think too much…
-or not enough?
Decide
When your red tide rolls right in
"3"
A boy lifts a penny from the ground.
And slides it in his pocket,
A bank for days of luck
When he is old and lame.
"Seek"
Droplets of seawater
float on the forest floor.
Falling from the lashes
Of the woman high and alone in the tree.
She looks up.
Waves of winding notes
Wail from the gold phonograph.
Oval eyes meet square stare.
"Difference"
Think too much…
-or not enough?
Decide
When your red tide rolls right in
"3"
A boy lifts a penny from the ground.
And slides it in his pocket,
A bank for days of luck
When he is old and lame.
"Seek"
Droplets of seawater
float on the forest floor.
Falling from the lashes
Of the woman high and alone in the tree.
She looks up.