Two Short Pieces
1. A Martian visits the farm
Passing over the ridge, I watch to my
Left, a giant, clothed in greens and yellows and browns.
Overcalling the wind-song, I hear her growling as she lumbers.
Under her high belly, great crenellated feet carry her on.
Graceful, her faithful high-crying servants follow behind, swooping,
Hungry to touch the earth stirred by her voyage.
Hiding within herself
an endless living river,
strung tight as piano wire,
she breathes out
so that I breathe in
she breathes out;
an immense fire
lights the winding living river
flowing quietly inside my self