Category: DayPoems

Now

I think I’m in love

as if I saw a rainbow

in a cerulean sky

Why

I give my heart

so easily, before the madness

& before anything else starts

Yes,

I’m still on the train—

the signal will cut out soon.

Why can’t you understand?

the inner pain—

& yes,

I’m still wearing a mask

so I can protect 

others from me

from any stuff 

I might be carrying

But is it enough?

We all have to be tough,

even though 

we are still vulnerable, 

pushing the red wheelbarrow 

up & down

& all around—

& when rainbow flags shine,

I wonder where is mine—

are bisexuals part

of the equation,

& color scheme anymore?

hidden romance 

under a cerulean sky,

fading into lavender?

Why 

are we still hiding?

I still wonder—

He wishes he was friends with a giraffe.

A mouse wants to climb up the high trees—

he wants to see everything.

What if he could be any other animal?

A mouse wants to climb up the high trees,

who maybe could even fly!

What if he could be any other animal?

Bats are strong mini-foxes

who maybe could even fly,

but he grabs a popcorn kernel instead. 

Bats are strong mini-foxes.

A sparrow tries to grub for worms

but he grabs a popcorn kernel instead. 

He wants to see everything—

A sparrow tries to grub for worms;

he wishes he was friends with a giraffe.

Tulips are exploding with color—

It’s the first day outside

without the rain! The sun is shining bright.

Petals are falling from trees.

It’s the first day outside!

Everyone is walking their dogs to the park.

Petals are falling from trees.

Strong breezes tickle strands of hair.

Everyone is walking their dogs to the park.

Poets’ voices become raspy while reading aloud.

Strong breezes tickle strands of hair.

Children are laughing & playing across the street.

Poets’ voices become raspy while reading aloud.

Without the rain, the sun is shining bright.

Children are laughing & playing across the street.

Tulips are exploding with color.

Afternoon light

was magic. 

Drum circle

@ 65th C was

played by one rock drummer;

he played “Get on up”

like a funk king—

Easter Sundays 

I used to see

kites flying

in the park,

but Central Park 

is so full

of budding trees

and masked people.

In Strawberry Fields,

a man wearing 

a Harley T-shirt

played “No woman,

no cry” on his guitar

and a lady

played “All you need

is love” on her guitar 

as pink-haired girls 

took pictures of

the IMAGINE plaque.

A year ago,

the park was empty.

Now the afternoon 

light shines on 

all of us.

The rain began to fall at 7 pm,

but we were not fools tonight.

We stayed home fresh & dry

as the restaurants opened outside—

But we were not fools tonight:

we told jokes & made popcorn

as the restaurants opened outside.

We entertained ourselves! 

We told jokes & made popcorn,

& we drank wine & made pasta.

We entertained ourselves.

Sex was on the menu—

& we drank wine & made pasta.

We stayed home, fresh & dry.

Sex was on the menu.

The rain began to fall at 7 pm.

It’s the first day without rain!

Trees are about to bud,

but the winds still blow cold

as the sun peeks out from the clouds.

Trees are about to bud—

& flowers are almost blooming

as the sun peeks out from the clouds.

The birds return to sing a while

& flowers are almost blooming

before the ground turns green.

The birds return to sing a while;

some squirrels gather fallen acorns

before the ground turns green.

But the winds still blow cold.

Some squirrels gather fallen acorns.

It’s the first day without rain.

When our hearts were beating faster,

I couldn’t catch my breath

& as I sat down, I tried to remember

how good it was with us—

I couldn’t catch my breath

when we danced all night, &

how good it was, with us!

Stopping at the café, I imagined

when we danced all night, &

I suddenly see your face

stopping at the café; I imagined:

What if we did get married?

I suddenly see your face, 

& as I sat down, I tried to remember:

What if we did get married,

when our hearts were beating faster?

Now that it’s officially Winter,
the snow’s falling fast outside
as the wind blows hard and cold.
Not much is going on here—

The snow’s falling fast outside.
Tea is brewing;
not much is going on here—
We make up stories to pass the time.

Tea is brewing,
French toast is fried up.
We make up stories to pass the time;
we bundle up warmly.

French toast is fried up
as the wind blows hard and cold.

We bundle up warmly 
now that it’s officially Winter.

Such a pretty thing—

her hand’s king-sized!

Her ring of fire

glowing bright, sapphire ocean,

waving desire for all who see it.