Double Feature
Two Short Summer Poems
Swans
Something lingers onAfter disasterPurple in the pulpy air& spots of consolationBeneath that infinite shadeCatching wind ofSwans in the distanceFloating like giant lilies& in all the long summerNever meetingMidsummer Arbors
Kite-wings fill the skies and full of sky, they danceEntranced together, full of the dusk,New colors, new clouds of a rose haze,Zoetropic through the low & lovely eaves,Incandescent now and never over, asElectric hour fades to gray-blue, swimming away, away.


