OCCUPIED TUCSON CITIZEN
CATDANCING
Executing a Nijinsky-like leap
our tom Captain Jack today
clears the laundry basket rim
makes his imperious way out the room
I am no more than envious onlooker
feet forever rooted in this narrow earth
THE FALLING LIGHT
This morning
seeing our neighborhood tom
eating
(we call him Gray Man
Melquiades
or Temujin
depending)
now on Friday Temujin
grooms his bowl
to emptiness so to say
refreshed
seriously washing
sits
Overhead
imminent rumble
of warplanes
THE VIEW FROM SAILOR’S FARM
Way up
two warplanes perfectly synchronized
leisurely cross from south to east
a grim safety they seem meant to imply
and who then are we to say not
but still Sailor safe from what
Stay closely to my eyes
that I may know your breath