nature's coin

 

 

  the shell of tall dry grass
  protects blue forest

  my mind's eye guides me
  onto the top of nearly buried
  bald men while my bare
  feet shy away from stones

  picasso squirrel
  watches me
  from the twin sides of a trunk

  my eyes beneath the sky of the tree
  follow an invisible monkey
  from one branch to another   higher
  and higher   and down again
  eyes drown
  in the hospitable green depths
  of spare webs of large features
  and myriads of discrete uncrowding details

  a rainbowed sun ray takes me where
  your submarine body
  descends to the next coral floor
  only to be tempted
  by the one below

 

wh
1988-04-13