Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Lighthouse Poems for the New Year
Let's not plan a formal luncheon
Hotdogs & buns, just the ticket.
This is the fourth day of sunshine
& it’s January! Rejoice!
So let’s pile high the dry driftwood,
these twigs, those branches, that cedar.
Let’s make a strong hot fire, yes,
& for dessert, some clementines.
Let’s toast both eagles cuddled up
out on the reef towards Japan.
you & me
The Cautious Mussel-Pickers: Kouta I
This month has an “r” in it
so we venture forth;
rockbound quarry clings, silent.
We clutch plastic bags.
The Reluctant Diners: Kouta II
Vermouth? I suggest. With broth?
Thyme strewn across blue-black shells
(the steam alone makes us drool)
still, we hesitate...