simple quilight



simple quilight,
what is pleasing —
arc sharp soft swallow
scours the lake pond;
dreamy whirlsong
whispers his wing.

hushlight evening,
i hear you sing…the golden piano owl…
sounding like willow
under my pillow. i fly,
roam, alone, a playrunt
viking; far from home,
i dreamt of debussy.

the dog


here’s a dog all fright’d up
inside his owners feet,
barking at these cats and
chicks around the fast food,
what’s wrong…

too many dreams,
hair creams busted geodes;
they bin like woofs,
if woofs was pink and cu’n’t