30

I wear a pendant
of a dragonfly
entombed
in amber-
will you remember me?

29

grief besets a family
yet
through his mask,
my teacher calls me
warrior

28

steaming
cups of green tea
soothe
the passions
as we study

27

when he's away,
I'm a june bug
banging
against a screen
on a summer's night

26

shooting star-
breathless,
we meet
in the garden
of your poet's heart

25

my rain comes down
comes down hard-
he laughs
and yields
to the abundance

24

this night,
as still as I've known
but for one bird
who trills: "come to me
will you? will you?"

23

open fan
of tangled fern
hides
the smile and flush
of my foolishness

22

tiny energies-
movements
within my dreams,
or are they
your fingertips

21

resonating in the
warmth of
a late afternoon-
the earthy taste
of his grappa

20

I contemplate him
lying
in needful repose-
a nebula seen
edge on

19

we
begat the moon,
once birds
revealed the sky
to us

18

I lean against
the lodge pole
strength
of his body,
that would plant babies

17

delve your fingers
deep,
as the potter
into the clay
on his prayer wheel

16

I linger
on the page
while his mouth
devours me-
recital interruptus

15

hiding in a
truck stop bathroom
the heat, the sweat-
flies are sucked
down a drain

14

a warm night
dances with stars,
a warm night
of stars
dancing on my skin

13

the moment arrives
my breath
suspended,
we watch the moon

12

neither modesty
nor the walls
can deny
the cadence
of our passion

11

a robe
for one
wrapped around two
sloughs as we turn
as one

10

while I wait,
I brush my long hair
till it shines
an ink-black river

9

like migratory birds,
we go where
the sun will have us
until clouds
roll in again

8

I don't wear a slip
but if I did
it would shimmer,
the way you
make me tremble

7

lately
I feel as a flower
the sun coaxed open,
exposed
to be gathered

6

jungle drums,
exotic bird calls-
the park's playground
and the natives
are restless

5

old man at attention
on his porch
in the civil war uniform
great-grandfather wore
ev'ry anniversary

4

ghost town storefront-
faded words read:
purveyor of spirits
and fine wine

3

solstice moon-
I stand at
the ocean's edge
and wonder
which stone is mine

2

I want to be a cricket
when you go out,
to ride in your pocket
and rub your leg
with mine

1

a chorus of
tree frogs
convene
for a sunset
song of green