Against a bright sky
her blonde hair
floated careless.

It was California.

Even this late
in November the worst
she could say was
                 "Rain again?"

She loved it here.
Palm trees rose
high into the gray-blue air
and a salt fragrance
stayed in her nostrils.

I missed her laughter.

Brook Trout

A shimmer
a twitch
silver line
then gone.

Places Familiar

The surface of a leaf
or this blue silk scarf
is rough beside
your delicate skin.

My fingers love
to recognize
places familiar
to their touch.

Your cheek.
The hollow of your back.
That place behind
your breast and just
below the curve
of your arm
so sensitive and smooth.

Grey evening light
lay draped across
dampening fields.

Spanning their breadth
came domestic sounds
of someone caring for horses.

Your dark eyes were darker
shadowed beneath the broad
brim of a straw hat.

Your smile a thin light
in the cool of autumn.

Down along the river.

The grass is long here

like the hair of her head

six months after
the chemo.

She was stronger then
and her spirits were good.
She would saddle up
and ride the pinto mare
down along the river.

The air was cooler there
and the bright sparkling water
removed her mind
from darker things.

Just Out of Reach

If you should
suddenly appear
like Jesus
in the shut up room
all flesh and bone
and blood I dont
know what might
follow.

This door between us
is thin separation.

You are there
just out of reach
out of sight and I
realize again that you
are not
out of
my heart.

The Pause

was awkward
and brought
the whole thing down
to a slow roll.

No cry went out
into the growing
darkness and no
eyes bent swiftly
in my direction.

Weathered Boots

Pulling off
the dusty

weathered boots
he released

a sigh the size
of Texas.

To learning

I have again turned
                   to learning.
Its pursuit is a
diversion from other
matters more pressing
and consequential.

Sometimes the best thing to do is just keep moving...

Under
his feet snow
complained
as he moved
across
the dark
empty street.

A quiet
destination
was not in
the cards.

For that matter
he didnt
know exactly
what to
expect
apart from a show
         of  disappointment.

Anywhere At All

As if I am a mother
or counsellor
people talk to me.

In restaurants
      coffee shops
                     buses
anywhere at all
people walk up
sit down
          and release.

Unclosed

The last time that I
saw her she
was wearing
a broad straw hat
that shaded
her face
and shoulders from
the sun.

Now and then the saddle
creaked beneath her and
the horse seemed
impatient to get
somewhere.

I dont remember what
we talked about.
My memory only knows
that it was good
to see her.