from the "for a moment" series




for a moment
on the train
the slanted-mouth
woman and i
shared the inherent
beauty of stars

the blooming forsythia
passing by
acknowledged this

                                     for a moment

                                     i was unsure

                                     whether the falling tide

                                     was not the water receding

                                     so much as the earth

                                     rising from it

for a moment
i saw a meadow
thru the trees

coming closer
what was a meadow
was the shining buckeye flowers

exuding light before
the sun had even risen








                                     for a moment
                                     there was quiet
                                     where there had been birds

                                     the sun passed by