for David and Louisa
The Purkinje Shift
All day, snow, now turning gray, trees darker in the fading light, violet peace before the night, slowly drifting toward the solstice.
December
Bee Fantasy
Reaching, high on the shoulders of thinner air, rising with the Queen, the view! the view! mating falling and falling back to meadow, the warm dark, first light, dancing out the maps.
The American Way
F18's screaming down wing tip to wing tip, brave, lethal, steady nerve. Johnny Copeland's lead guitar ripping through the air, taking us faster, inverting, 6 G's, dark forehead, sweat, hot and loose. Face at the bar, arched eyebrows, black hair back, wide mouth, brooding, sensual, slightly battered. Fighters, blues man, beauty, power at the edge, the American way.
Maine
The Sculptor's Trade