The Way

I laugh with them;
I dance with her.
The fire burns;
the faces blur.

I flap my arms;
I start to drift.
My hand reaches
and tries to lift.

I fly backwards;
I fight and twist.
My eyes open;
they don’t persist.

I sit up; awake.
I stay up alone.
The fire burns;
the way is shown.


Miss Lovely and Unique


Dear, Miss Lovely and Unique,
let me tell you of what I seek.

I want to learn me how me to cook,
without referring to a book.

I cannot cook, but I can write;
We could whip up a splendid night.

With both our hearts a-churning,
no one’ll care if food’s a-burning.