My best poem of last summer…a winsome stranger.
When then friends asked about a line, I confided
its secret. I was so tuned. Now Greece is far away,
another September song come. I lean in.
As I stand by the window slicing tomatoes and bread,
the inside of the chant gives….
No shade between us then. Pure radiance.
Voicing summer’s depth. To carry into go-go fall.
Stay the sunstruck course. Love whatever flows.
Sorrow turns, it’s not about you.
Lightness in the chant; all paradises on earth
are leavened by laughter.