CHRISTMAS NIGHT, THE SEINE, AND A HIDDEN SURPRISE 2014

Sailing down the Seine on Christmas night,
the boat scatters the Eiffel tower’s golden
reflections that blanket the water like sequins
An unexpected treat surfaces near the boat …
There were a pair but one dove more quickly
than its mate and is almost below the water
just as the photo is snapped…can you see
the other? It is mid-way down the left side
of the photo and is as graceful as might
be expected. Had it not been caught on film,
it might be deemed imagined – but no, twas
Christmas gift, miraculous …
a truly sweet surprise.

Christmas Night, The Seine etc

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PERE LACHAISE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON 2014

Bitter she was that day, the wind, and chill
We had to buy hats and gloves at that tiny place
across from the cemetery and my feet froze anyhow
and blistered to death as we searched in vain
for those famous souls reputedly buried here
How huge it was…so many graves and crypts
and family plots – it was hard to grasp
Harder still to imagine drinking coffee
and eating a brioche in a place named
for the graveyard…I remember how we laughed.

Pere Lachaise 2014

TIMES SQUARE – 2013

It is the city that never sleeps and
this square that she’s heard so much
about is every bit as crazy
as she’s been led to believe; it fair
vibrates with energy and people
The colors are richer, the sounds more
intense, the signs bigger and somehow
more meaningful and she knows
If she never sees anything else like it
again, it won’t matter – she’s seen
the real thing…Times Square is the
bomb, the best…NYC never lets her down.

Time Square NYC 2014

MAYLIEWAN LAKE – 2013

The lake near me, my lake, I think,
calls to my soul when the Samhain
nights are near and I know if I go
there,it will possible to slide
between the now and then, in my
lake that is not the least pelagic
but has a demarcation so ill-defined
that I am upside-down in another
town – one that matches mine so
closely,I know not if I am there
or here … Atlantis-like but not,
it defies the telling of it.

Mayliewan Lake

VILLA CIMBRONI’S FLOWERS 2012

Monet-like blossoms fill the landscape in this
place where poets go to die; it’s so spectacular
The view from the Terrace of Infinity, the
azure Tyrrhenian sea and the Amalfi coast
stretch forever. Wagner wrote parts of Parsifal
here, and D.H.Lawrence vacationed here –
it is magical. And hard to leave especially
as the scent of limoncello fills the air,
and the music, ah the music…

Cimbroni Monet flowers

MILE OF MEMORIES COUNTRY CHURCH – 2008

Just coming here takes me back all those
years and I hear voices singing “K-k-k-katy.”
Wonder if it’s just coincidence we named
one of our daughters Kate…I can smell
the fruit from the strawberry shortcake
festival held in this church every August.
It conjures up the Allen barn fire also for
some reason, and their herd of cows struck
by lightning, all laying on their sides beneath
a tree, and bloated, dead – it still horrifies and
saddens me in equal measure; the poor beasts
trying to get out of the storm, got them killed.
Mile of Memories Church

RED SNAILS IN THE SUNSET NYC – 2013

Larger than life, an escargot statue
on the street is perfect in every way
Except, of course, he is lobster-red
which makes him Warhol pop-art
Even though Andy did not create
this slug, his work well could have
been the inspiration for him
In fact, I bet old Andy’s grinning from
wherever he ended up.

Red Snail in the Sunset

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALL ALONE?

Overnight you were missing – we thought gone forever;
kidnapped, or worse And searched yards and parks, streets,
the dog pound – everywhere we could think to look.
And no-one slept that night; we put your bed on the stoop
in case you came home on your own…then lay on the couch,
just inside the door – listening, weeping, hearts hurting
In the morning, one last try – a call to the pound –
a voice described you, said yes, they had you –
Unbelievably, they’d had you all night-
Your wee betrayed eyes, accusing face, said it all…

Why did You Leave Me All Alone

NEW YEAR’S EVE IN GLASTONBURY 2013

Oh how I remember this…holding your hand
while we watched these bursting overhead
Like giant sparkling blossoms; it was so cold
but none of us wanted to go, they were so
beautiful and the sound tremendous
I recall worrying about how red your cheeks
were, and kept pulling your hat over your ears
You telling me not to worry, that you were okay.
Would that I had known how soon it could
be done, no longer would I get to worry
– at least so that you could know …
Glastonbury NY fireworks