Northwest Trader Blue

From a dancing rabbit's point of view
the moon is just a big firefly
a leap a twist a tumble
a jig despite the watchword on the levee
trim the wicks and hush your tongues
the regulators will close the breech

I've pined for northwest trader blue
rebellious and bemused at the treeline
the point of demarcation between dimensions
when color is in the beholder's eye
I need your stare to be my beacon
while the constellations define infinity

Contemplating Life

Azimuths and parabolas hidden by the sparkle of sunrise
reflected in the dew on the toes beneath your long legs
when you step back onto the porch those perfect legs
are silhouetted for a moment within your white cotton skirt
you place the eggs you have gathered on the kitchen table
and though you ready to break our fast
your morning beauty has aroused a different hunger
one we thought we slaked last night
but while you were out contemplating breakfast
I was contemplating life

Naked Soul

Would you follow St. Francis into the desert
or pull the blinds pretending not to see him pass
bend your thoughts into a fantasy of want and will
wait at the threshold for the neighbors to quiet,

The wicked mistake goodness for timidity
only willing to comprehend what need not be explained
they do not seek to learn the varied textures of passion
or test intuitive lovers who wrap their conscience in whispers,

A naked soul is a river of mirrors
a reflection of rushing need
the hope for that bit of blue to show through
to pull that second breath another step,

The feckless count on currents of glory to lead them on
they would follow St. Francis into Hell

if there was a promise of greatness awaiting  

an uneven stake in the music of chance

Reason

So beautiful a reason
such are affairs of the heart
and the least of the measure carries that thought
I am destined for a future in front of the wind
guideless but awash in color and pennants
a changeling who knows what I left
wary of any promise, the side long glance
my transposable aspirations are my comfort
the arrow without a target
I don't remember asking, I never heard you say no
but I am sure it has crossed your mind
to find your solace in another's need