Dreams . . .
New Year’s Eve -
I walk about naked
In my dreams
The first morning -
My wife recalls a dream,
But won’t share it
The morning is cold -
In the shower my wife
Sings songs of her home
A vacant lot
Sparkles with raindrops -
A midnight walk
Vanishing snow –
A homeless man
Passes my home
Stirrings. . .
Early Spring -
Two pigeons,
One big
In the sharp-branched tree,
The starling’s iridescence:
Spring’s frosty wind
Heavy rain all day -
In the alley the children
Sailed away
Strands of hair
She brushes off her face:
Clouds on a spring night
Opening day -
From the roaring crowd
The first ball pops out
Salmon-pink sky:
The sudden snap of wings
From out of black rocks
On her ear
So clear two beauty marks:
Spring night
Outside City Hall
Leaves are beginning to form -
We take wedding vows
The trees have new leaves:
Just like that a man appears
On the empty street
The Horseshoe Falls -
A man leans on the guardrail
Lost in thought
Bodies. . .
A night game -
A lacewing lifts off from the grass
Deep center
Silver-haired
He can sing the songs of birds
With a blade of grass
The subway is hot –
In the shade of a platform
A butterfly stops
Cirrus clouds -
The seagull’s wings in the sun
Are whiter still
White peonies -
My heart grows pure
Gazing at them
Behind the wide-load
The traffic comes to a halt -
The green mountains
Beneath broad clouds
The vegetable field darkens -
The woman’s straw hat
A wooded hill
Gives shape to the night:
You are with me
High tide -
Touching me the first woman
Made me die
In the darkness
The evening star shines clearly -
The squeals of children
Dandelion down
Drifts over the roofs -
Tenement houses
A beach ball
Bounced into the ocean:
A child
Her body
Spread on a blanket:
A quiet sea
Through the fields at dusk
Laughing three girls run -
Melon flowers
The old man swims
Giving live away –
A dark green sea
Falling Free. . .
Night in the country -
A pickup truck makes its way
Through stars unending
How beautiful!
A pumpkin in the porchlight
On a round table
Splendid costumes!
The street lined with Norway trees
Has changed its colors
Asleep on the porch -
Fireflies open a door
To the woods
In midtown
A sparrow sits on each bush -
Blue asters
A mountain pass -
As if they communicate,
The leaves have turned brown
An empty park -
The height of the sky
Revealed by a star
The autumn mountains -
Skipping a stone
On the lake’s stillness
A damselfly
Asleep on a log -
The river sparkles
November night -
The stadium
Without any lights
A red apple
In my palm. . .
Completely round
Almost home -
A shower of leaves falling
All in gold
Bones. . .
Cold rain -
In the paper bag crabs
Begin to clamber
January night -
The stores on the street are locked
With steel-shuttered gates
Day darkens -
The frozen pond grows brighter;
Skaters linger
Starry night:
Lovers of long ago
Come to mind
A winter night -
To the farthest street
The change of traffic lights
Crabs stacked in a tank
In a restaurant window -
Blue light on the street
In the store window
Seabream float in a tank -
Snow begins to fall
Winter seclusion:
Burs fall from the sycamore;
The snow is crusted
Snow dusted pines -
On the distant bridge
The dimness of lights
Winter dreams -
One by one the seagulls rise
From the shore of reeds
Shutting the notebook -
The winter night closes in
The trees, the mountains
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