pity’s full face (20170107)

how easily
the fire spreads
just under the skin
along a tangle of nerves
so like a branch
so like a river
and her tributaries
so like the forking fingers
of summer lightning

how easily
the flesh is brought
up to speed on the
laws of entropy
of centers not holding
of missing a
final opportunity
to go to innisfree

Poem 20150224

it was easy being twenty-five
when twenty-five was the age to be
and everything could be met
with vigor and interest
and a girl turning with
her hair floating as she spun around
was as much a cause for celebration
as a birthday
or a new car
or a job offer
or the changing of the season