I want to try a few that probably are not
on the concrete side, but I figured
that this was an audience that could handle anything,
and so that I could try some things
I don't usually get to try.
I had an opportunity to do some visiting in Pakistan and Cuba,
and some of these poems will be based on them.
Other Journeys.
Some images linger.
Soft hump, drooping ears, loose, swaying chin, a dewlap,
thick wolves' body pressed on stubby legs.
A white dwarf unnoticed in the red and orange shouts
of a Delhi bazaar.
Brahman, dwelling oddly in my head,
that doubts the memory seen at a glance.
Yet how such creatures lure us into worlds
gnarled and wild as banyan trees.
Worlds of lizards rising on hind legs, of heavy butterflies
large as eagles rising slowly.
The white bull, nose moist, breath warm, still
stares at me, beckons.