Saturday, April 2, 2016

April Fools

March was mine like a suckling child;
we were quiet together, sharing eyes.

April stands on two feet
and runs away from me. 

Washington Heights

(Ekphrastic song based on J. T. Kady's "Untitled")

You make the best cup of coffee in the city
because it is made by your hands
we talk ourselves to exhaustion in the evenings
but haven’t run out of things to say

In the late afternoon we walk to Tryon Park
the daffodils are bursting like suns
the star magnolia blossoms wrap the tree in a gown
anemones and heather, and everybody spring-shy and kind

The Hudson is wide, the George is getting brighter in the dusk
I hold a hand in mine, we walk home by the Cloisters
here is a garden at the top of the apartment
here is a nest in a concrete maze

and a love not second-guessing; I am safe
and we still haven’t run out of things to say