Heavy Lifting
What’s the point of laughing
At esoteric customs or lavender
Wall paper? Paint my columnar
Virtues red and run free without
The provincial banner and swordplay.
But if you must, with your innocuous
Credentials, hibernate through the winter,
Please remember to keep me in mind.
Autumnal Ponderings
…It is about to be
Fall, again. The summer
Is ending, and I think
Under societal pretexts
And sacramentality,
It may be the last
I look on the punctilious
leaves and see crystalized
gleams of light.