Cotton Candy Dandelion Sky

Blued sky sweet tart half moon
With a cotton candy coating floating
White bread grey moldy off to the side
Crumbs feel minnows nibble toes
Something is here alive
The flies swing low, disappear below,
Frenzied swallows, choreographed hopes,
Sun blue dandelion gold, red bricks green weeds,
The tide of cars passing and
A muttering silence inside me,
A bouquet of purple thistles and dandelions
More profound than roses
illuminated cirrus manuscript faces
alight with day's end glow.

The Green

You are in the green
reaching veined fingers, a chloroplast dream
Inside every living body.
Sprites and Ents alive
But not me--I am not like the trees
When I shed leaves I shudder wince
I don't know how to die so calmly.
And the grass here--good Scottish grass
Stays lush even with freezing,
I close up shop and wait for spring
While the so-called Pansies lift their
heads under iced beards and bonnets
and the redbuds bend so gracefully
Even under icy sheets.
Even with my Vitamin D, I will be
created merely respiring, expiring, dying
consuming and where you walk
the life firework-springs between even
cement cracks, concrete docks off Staten
Island, and in the empty lots of Manhattan
your wildflowers reign.

We cut down, hack trails, bulldoze
the wild but we are fighting inevitabilities.
And when the new earth comes and we are
gone, the green will tear apart and
muscle up and fill the skyscrapers
and parking lots we constructed temporarily.
Kudzu and clover will reign,
And there will be peace.