December on the Delaware
Moonlight gleams off drifting sails
Of broken ice
All is silent
Save for the glassy scree
Along the river shoals and
Spectral whispers further out
As frozen sheets
Grind each other to pieces
Pacific Ocean
The waves roll in
Endless in succession
All the way from Japan
Sweeping over the sands
Exchanging debris for debris
Beating at the rocks, wearing them down
Beating at the crust encasing my heart
Tearing away the knotted
Cords of artificial life
I leave
Renewed
Another Rose
You've seen these before
In endless incarnations
Countless metaphors
In poems and plays and stories
On cards and decorations
Given by the dozen
Then thrown away
Until they all blur together
Into a single hackneyed cliché
Look upon this one differently
Imagine you are a child
And look upon it with brand new eyes
As if it is the very first rose you've ever seen
Imagine you are dying
And look upon it with aged, weary eyes
As if there will never be another
For it is the first
And the last
It is every rose you've ignored
Stepped on
Passed by
Because you were in too much of a hurry
Just for once
Look upon this one differently
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