TWO SPEEDS
for Jane

1.

THE DEER
leaps
at
us
nearly
striking
the
moving
car
in
the
darkness.

2.

THE BRONZE GREEN
HUMMINGBIRD HURLS
himself upward
like a pellet
from the sling
of his own brain.
He chases the scarlet
blur of the tee shirt
as it sails
through the air.
Then,
eye-to-eye with
the sun-bathing girl
on the roof,
he
hovers in front of her
just as she catches
the tee shirt.

ODE

for Bob Dylan MY EYES ARE WIDE EXPLOSIONS
in the field of nowhere.
My pocketwatch burns air
and sprouts golden antlers.
I'm
the stand-in
for flaming stars;
my heart murmurs
are electric guitars
and
my hair
reflects in rainbows
and in aura glows
that radiate my brow.
The tinsel ice
does melt
beneath my feet --
my words are fleet --
and my songs
are an armada.
I see
the smiles of cherubs float
from the barranca.
The world with all its facets
is a whirling boat
of leopards and of mice
from which I hurl
the radiant dice
of my perceptions.
All conceptions
of boundaries
are lies!

FOR JOANNA