The Right Column
Heart Thaws

Valley
sudden blooms
  

I've taken to reading
Shakespeare on a quest
to find the character
from
Shakespeare
who best represents
 the moral issues
needing to be adressed,
writing in a passive tense,
speaking in an abbreviated 
          cadenze.

Those dancers,
   they know how to
       pirouette.
It isn't some fancy
  far-away move
 but something that
the locals do
            so well
    and think good of it.

  The stars are on fire.
    A meteor is also an omen
  of fortunes turning
   for the good or
       the fowl.

Late night the waxing crescent moon
  sets into the spruce trees.
  The first quarter moon at 
                         Spring Equinox
 Rides to the highest place in the sky
   up towards the Zennith.


  Many nights driving
    the moon be a-dancing on the
   frosted frozen mountains
  singing a song
    along the back moldings of the
   station wagon window dreams
  water running down 
    the window of the car 
      from the rain
   the sound of windshield wipers,
  that moon below those clouds and
      lighting the world afire, these
            midnight hillsides,
        iced over crags and cliffs, 
      upcountry intervales
     with snowpack amassed
    all ready to melt.

  Put me in the chair
   I'm ready to work.
  Let's set this keyboard
     on fire!~
  


March 25, 2010