poetry

The blue silhouettes of mountain pines
   cut like saw teeth against the tangerine sunset.

 Metal skeletons of high voltage pylons
   unspool threads of electricity...

	

Down feathers of cirrus clouds
   curl in the evening-blue sky
      crossed with black power lines...

Howl and answer of the summer foghorn
   and I kneel by the bed of the disused garden...

Rain in the red forest
Rain on the rocks
Rock chips on the road
Rock chip in the tire...

Harold Bloom (corpulent-lipped
under-table caresser of the young
and lip-sealed unwilling fearful...