Poem: What Next!

Poem: What Next!

 Eight-carbon molecules in rivers of waste, and the sun in a sack cloth hauls itself up again into the sky. And looks down in disgust at what was...a good idea.

Poem: WHITE DOG

The white dog stops...
we breathe in for a minute and take in the universal breath.

It is dark out here...
it's black and darkly cold, out here.

The wind cuts the image from my eyes,
and I watch it fall frozen and split like glass into the snow.

This deep and unwritten thing -- waiting on edge,
for a free life to write it,
too large to see it all
deep back in there beyond my visions reach.

The starry dingle...I begin, and

now I see it,

I raise my head to take in all this...