Haiku For June

The days are longer,

The engines hum louder now,

Sun burns your closed eyes.

The End Of May

The wind blows cool as a spider's web

through the pilings under the boardwalk,

waking ghosts in poodle skirts,

ghosts in pedal pushers,

ghosts wearing their first two piece,

each with a transistor radio

glued to her pink sunburned ear.

Sixty Two

Emily brought me a birthday cake tonight....well, actually two slices of cake from the deli in Gristede's, with chocolate ice cream on top. Hey, without ice cream she just wouldn't be Emily. It was really good!

We walked off the cake with a stroll on the Promenade while the sun went down in a multicolored coda for the day. The air was bright and steamy, the harbor was silver and blue. And my favorite tree in the world, at the foot of Remsen Street, cast a soft green shadow for us to hide in.

We walked up Montague Street as the stars came out and the air cooled down, Emily looking like the picture of Spring in a white denim mini and white tank top, a sprig of baby's breath plaited in her hair. And me looking like the luckiest damn fool on the planet, my arm around her shoulder, hers around my waist.

And now she's lying on the bed sleeping peacefully, wearing my Playing For Change t-shirt for a night gown. Skunk is curled up against her breasts, purring so loudly I can hear him here at my desk, five feet away. I'm gonna lie down and join them....If I have to live to be this old, this is the way to do it!

I Met You In The Summer

I used to be an echo.

I used to be a longing.

I used to be in servitude

to the beauty of a dancer.

I used to be a sailor

with a girl in New York Town.

I used to be a poet

with a trusting brown eyed lover.

I used to live in a tower.

I used to live in Canada.

I used to live near a waterfall.

I used to live in the desert.

I've forgotten all those other lives,

they're cobwebs and ink that's faded.

Ever since you've loved me,

I finally feel like I might be real.

Sunday Night Haiku

Diving into your

Cold blue ocean heart, the waves

Break over my head

Another Prayer

I want to write my prayers on the sky
where the sun can warm them
and the rain can make them soft.

And I want to wrap them around your shoulders
so they can keep you safe.

I want to write my prayers in the sand
where the wind can read them
as it blows the ground smooth.

And I want to put them in your hands
where they can make you happy.

I want to write my prayers
on the waves in the ocean
so they leave no trace behind.

And I want the waves to kiss your eyes
so you always know you are loved.

My Friend's Haiku

The nights that I see

you are the only ones that

make my heart speed up.