Two more poems

Flag

Fluorescent orange flag
At the top of the hill
screams for attention:

“I am dying!”

We glance
But no sooner we see it than
The flag has only its stem
Spokes of bones;
When it has disrobed its life
draped on the ground at its roots

10/91


Sleepy Day on the Water

I let
The boat
Rock me
To a
Dream state

When you
Caught fish
I woke
To see
Your smile

Think of
The tap
Of waves
On hull
Or beach

To help
Sleep now
Tonight

7/16/02