Loving

Loving

with Patricia

“Thank you for loving me”

you say innocently;

you must feel

loving you is hard.

But everyone does.

Can you accept it?

(27 aug 14, Santa Clara)v3

SIPPIN'

SIPPIN'

Sippin' an hibiscus blossom

& rose-hip herbal infusion 
 

brings me back to Bermuda's

crumbling coral walls, 
& Lynn's hot beaches, 

sipt from a pink conical cup.

(17 AUG 14, V V, Santa Clara CA)v5

~ Bill

STING DREAM

Episcopal Fr. Michael Hiller recently asked us if we dream; I rarely do, but... last night I dreamt that Sting (Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner) asked me to get him a slot as the host of an antique-furniture TV show. (I used to work in small agency PR.)  Why me? Why Sting?

MOON 2/3-FULL, No Venus, few stars

MOON 2/3-FULL, No Venus, few stars


Walking back from the Big Band rehearsal...
the MOON is 2/3-FULL, No Venus, few stars.
You talk about your little grandson Ray saying:
"Is there a moowun I can climb into?
Omee, I don't see it!"

08 AUG 2014 V V Santa Clara CA)v4

Celos, Jealousie:

Celos, Jealousie: 

Quarter MOON, no Venus, light blue sky

Quarter MOON, no Venus, light blue sky as

Celos (Jealousie, tango) blares out the back door

of the Valley Village Social Hall (Bldg. 18)

01 AUG 14 (V V, Santa CLARA, CA)v.6

half-MOON, Venus, blue night sky

half-MOON, Venus, blue night sky

Walking back from the big-band rehearsal
we once again see half-a-house hand of
half-MOON, Venus, on a blue night sky,
& you repeat what your grandson Ray asked:
"Is there a moowun, Omee?"

(06 JUN 14, V V, Santa Clara CA)v.5

2 days after

2 DAYS AFTER

to Patricia Hughes

Before noon 2 days after,
I see you in your window;
you wave me up to your floor,
to meet you in 2nd-floor hallway.

You explain what's happened:
“People have told me not to see you,”
but you can't name which (not Gale.)

I reply: "If I have to not see you, then I won't. Btw, we'll
no longer be seeing Dereck's 2 cats here after today;
He comes back tomorrow.”
I turn & leave; you call me back for a brief hug.
I leave again; you disappear into your apt.

Later, 3-ish, we suddenly meet outside at ground-level;
you suggest we sit on the wet green bench betw. our bldgs.

You see the mailman coming & suggest we sit instead
on the sofa in your bldg.'s lobby
where you pull out of your soft French carpet-bag
a paperback copy of FOUR SUFI CLASSICS.

Bemused, I reveal:

“I read Sufi poetry as an undergraduate.”
Your reading it attracts me more to you.

You hand me a small tangerine; 
I hand it back;

you hand it back to me again
saying: “I have too many.”

I peel it with my tiny pen-knife
& eat all of its tart orange pulp.

(01 MAR 14, noonish PDT, V V 4-4D, Santa Clara CA)v5