Sunday, April 24, 2011

Wife Poem

     when I turn to my left
          I see the unfolding
to create my perspective
     a fluttering of cubes out of
          sync but in unison
a patchwork of butterflies
     crying in the night the void
          all in a blink of an eye and then
and then
     and then
          a tree in bloom
a magnolia a stamen
     a pistil
and me