I have waited an evening And a night before dipping My finger into your little pool Of goodbyes, gone by and by.

Now it is miraculous morning again. Hello Brother Sun! Will you walk With me to the creek, your hand In mine, to watch water shimmering With time, become time rustling Over smooth quartz pebbles?

As for you, little goodbye bird, We will meet often. My dream Train rattling by at a distance, Hooting at yours in the night Will do it. Round eyed clocks With large bells, here and there,

Tolling the hours will do it. Even Brother Sun rubbing His winter cold hands together - You held one, I now hold The other - will do it.

(for Andres and Carmen)

It was some time after midnight and we were gathered in the cold with all the joys
And agonies of being human.
There were rockets bursting beyond the tall screen of trees, in one of which we saw
A large wise owl gazing at us
Humans, drinking champagne, cracking jokes, smoking on white breath, thinking 
All those private and passing 
Thoughts: where we were, where we have come to, what will the days hold, in which
Hidden garden stands the fountain 
Of happiness?  Later a star fell out of the sky. Police were shoveling glass and broken
Bones to the other bank where 
Suffering stands with the long shadows of endless sleep. I woke this morning with a blue 
Good luck charm tied to my wrist, 
And sunlight was lying on the floor, on its back, waiting for me to walk with it, deep into 
These few, don’t know how many, hours allotted to me, singing.

[A] The day it definitely turned Cold, I saw my feet advancing, As winter does off the north pole, Towards that arbor of trees.

Soon under my feet I found The five fingers of maple leaves Slowly tunneling into the soul, To hibernate all winter Under a blanket of molten fire.

Here what is alive can stand For what is dead. So he comes Alive again and beings to sing. Under me, Peavine Creek, provides Accompanies him, running Silver tongues over cold stones, And I drink to his song from the bone Flask of winters of separation.

[B] Laughter spilling out Between my fingers, Rain in winter.

Lean black branches Grab sky’s ass, The ginko dropped All its leaves overnight.

Travelling back to you, I lose pain, loose change.