Star

Seeing you this night I don't know
your name you remain out of reach
your light a million years of memory

of what had been & what could be
and now this future-past your light
straight line traveling a void of black

entering a mind's eye
I wonder Are you there? Who am I?

Saturday Afternoon, New York City- June 2009

Golf muted & baseball boomimg
hushed voices & "outta here!"
broadcast airways serrated by rain
& edged with yet more rain

Central Park green as ever seen
a verdant landscape a sheen
overhead a thick trunk & overhang
choked dark with creepers

beneath the quick & sudden lightning
I swear You are the one

Impressionistic June, New York City

A few moments outside then
dense skies open
sudden rain hail water
overwhelming curbs & drains

And I (as usual) caught
the intersection of no canopies
no overhangs no shelter
swollen rivers at the corners

Ninth Avenue rainbow-arched
black umbrellas black-covered legs
water moving
standstill traffic waiting

Finding a doorway
watching the unload I think of you

You Deserve

You deserve so deserve
more than poetry I can offer
today tomorrow further/farther

. . . and I wonder
about my own luck un-deserved
serving you dreams to come true

A Baseball Poem #3

Anticipation’s eyes locked
pitcher to batter/batter to pitcher
catcher & umpire close-ended
joint of a bright green fan laid down

warning track- & foul line-edged
spread open to an outfield
of groomed grass where
an oiled glove is thumped waiting