1. Muse of My Art
Flower of my heart, petals
fallen in the midnight orchard
I leave strange blossoms scattered
for your dawn walk home.
Snaking slender lazy smoke, old poet's
barn his home and shrine. Moon
near zenith, empty of all brethern,
at midnight the bells ring matins.
Old pine, three stones,
new moon on pond.
One lonely figure crushed
against the rent horizon.
4. for Blue
What became of my beautiful cat?
Who did she become? the wind
leveling her ashes, or is she
perched still, silent in my room?