Emma

One day I will tell you a story
many and few nonsensical words
or
in some unknown language, maybe


when the some comes up
and the opening
I request an interpreter
he is not available


In the evening, maybe
may you understand.

Chinatown Chrysanthemums (Revised)

Fallen from the elderly man's wagon
onto the weary concrete
journey to a funeral aborted

white, yellow, white
You may have them
they are for You
they know

You are not fragile
they will keep the secrets
hardy and forgiving
they grow where other flowers cannot.

Farewell

Across the Hudson
the filament swallows
the melting sky

night unfurls
its indifferent blanket

faint taste of regret
I wish you well
wait again for Day.