LONGER POEMS

I live. / Whether you see, /whether you hear, / whether you feel, / I live.

In these cultures / ancient as they are / where did they belong / the women?

Crisis of life or lifestyle crisis? / Are you suffering an acute form / of hypocritis?

My heart is an ocean / with differing depths / canyons, reefs and magnificent structures.

Put down your shopping / leave wrapping undone / leave baubles in tissue / and carols unsung.

It came upon a frightful night /
The wind it howleth loud and wild / And Lizzie, the warmest mother e’er

I am an immigrant. / Uprooted and moved /
to a foreign land.

The greening begins, it spreads every day, / covering ground that once just was clay;

The soul contracts / as summer fades, /coming back from outer wanderings.