eighty six winds dry leaves swirling
covering our paths
blindly turning to new unknowns
change, yet unchanged
Red River, N.M. 7/93
blue lake I fished before
of old friendship
graceful centurion bending down
touch my soul
your eyes soften the years
pressing me down
UCSD graduate school, 1976
of not knowing
Chemult, Oregon, 5/87
Cluttered asphalt strip of a town
Tattered businesses alongside
the passing confusion of progress
Marie’s cafe featuring homemade peach pie
and brass nameplates in the bar
one bearing Mike’s name
Across the street a memorial park with crude benches
and inscribed words
We reach out to our heroes
watching the sun retire
behind blackened oaks
where swallows sail
rasp triple-time phrases
erasing dead monotone
fervently, to yet unknown mates
while listening for hints of love
and new life
moments of cool dusk air
day’s quiet ebb
An Interview with Bach
Clear Lake, CA, 6/86
So tell me John…
Do you ever get tired of people
constantly begging your autograph?
Clamoring in public?
Crowding your soul?
“Well you see…
It’s the price one pays for fame
but I try to protect my private life
Even a Ba-roque star
And what about recent rumors –
The criers around town say
you are being seen frequently
with the Countess.
“As I was about to say…
I’ve got these little concertos
I wrote over in Brandenburg the other day
You really should hear them.”
Of course John, but…
Your public is naturally interested
in more than just music.
After all you’re bigger than life.
So why not enjoy your rep while you can?
Monterey Camelot, 12/82
Cold silver rain falls to earth, shivering,
drenching, sudden recovery and new life at Camelot.
Cool grey fog slips through the trees, oppressing,
enveloping, sweet solitude and old times at Camelot.
Hot dry wind blows across the land, rasping,
disturbing, molded sculpture and art form at Camelot.
Warm gold sun shines with its radiance, burning,
bleaching, exploding energy and life miracle at Camelot.
Rain, fog, wind and sun, we and they, beating,
pulsing eternal drama and mysterious plot.
Resilient mind-power and creation’s lot,
spanning two lifetimes, or more, at Camelot.