January 25, 26

*
Rain 
has embraced
this city again.
You wonder 
what she sees 
in these streets.
Wet 
sidewalks
glistening.

(Sanctuary)

Rain
murmuring 
down drains, 
caressing windshields
of stopped cars, 
red light
smeared like blood 
on black 
pavement.
Undocumented,
but fresh, 
she gives
the city
life.

*
When we walked
just beyond
the breakers fall, 
the blue
and clouds
painted
on slate sands 
(sandpipers)

(gulls)

(((so much more
than I
ever hoped,
you) a world
that is,
perhaps,
less) still,
this day
with its memories
of salt spray
and moving
skies)