Poems
Elusively Yours
(To Theodor Seuss Geisel)
Not in a place, not in a space,
Not a person, not a thing,
Not a ping or a pong,
Not the soundless sounding of a gong.
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Flesh and Blood
I know the way to God
is not through the sacrament
but through your flesh and blood.
I know God sits
not behind a painted door,
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Elsa
In Memory of Elsa Moreno
Out,
Into blue Picasso lit streets,
her sweet song floats through windows,
curls around corners, spirals down stairways,
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My Father’s Cane
When my eyes open, I get up. When I feel hungry,
I eat what my stomach feels like eating.
My life is no longer mine.
I do what I am told.
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Now
I am a hundred years old.
Now I can feel and hear the ocean in other people.
Now I can rest inside the dark quivering throat of a pale blue bird.
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The Tree That Knows Not Of Good And Evil
Barely breathing.
Winds whirl through dry, dusty lands.
Uprooted,
Fallen, to earth.
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STUDYING WITH BRUCE FERTMAN 