Action; Angel Wings; Dance with Death; The Stream in the Meadow

   

Action

At the Fiesta Lanes Bill bowled a strike.
He jumped up and down
and went back and took his seat
near his Chesterfield smoldering in a tray.


Angel Wings

One by one they park, and enter The Chapel
of Hope.
An usher at each door hands them little 
cards that have my photo in an oval, me 
in an Armani suit, with angel wings
at the sides. Some photographer could make 
that happen, put me in a sepia soft lens.
Wings they’d see, seated in pews, craning 
their necks to see who else is there. 


Dance with Death

As bad a shape I was in, back, knees, 
and shoulder pain, I hobbled onto the floor.
It was like a wave parted. Everyone knew 
I was going to ask Death to dance. 
In the low light Death looked stunning.
We slow danced, my head in death’s bosom.
Then came the music for a fast dance.




The Stream in the Meadow

A trout comes out of a stream,
babies come out of mothers,
a miniature horse grazes in a meadow.
The horse is very old.