Neighbors With Unseen Farms
for Bill and Helen Green
we were having a dry spell
but often it's
"it's raining again"
so like sex we worry that
the gods are punishing us
but then daffodils, first crocuses
the periwinkles help atone
for the sins of the mammalian
again, anybody home?
will you seed clouds for sex?
I will leaf through this book for you
sit on this bench while I do, you
want a grilled cheese?
Sonnet: Basil, Oregano, Lovage
with Cliff Fyman and Philip Good
I watched a pot and the water did boil!
We're waiting to boil the soon-to-be-slithery spaghetti
Cliff did chop and even perhaps broke a sweat
The basil is thriving where we live, we're scissoring leaves into red sauce
Not without beautiful tomatoes and homegrown corn in waiting
I'm hungry let's have stuffed radicchio appetizers, and the CD plays
"Funky, funky Liza from New Orleans dances all night in tight blue jeans…"
She eats pasta and beans
I feel that it seems to mean…
We think of you Don Yorty in China where you leave your chest print
on the red morning soil
A little river is something to see and the water isn't yellow is it?
Boiling water is something to see; "Zydeco" is not in the dictionary
Finally the warm meal is ready and
The beginning of our meal is the end of this heady poem