THREE LEMONS

I.

A man and a woman

Are a silence, a waiting.

A man and a woman and three lemons

Are a silence, a waiting.

II.

Assumptions

Unchecked, can bear

Their own tart fruit.

III.

An apology

Can take any shape

In the garden of the mind.

IV.

So many things

Can follow from

A yellow ellipsis.

V.

The tree in the yard

Never once thought of him or her

As its Meyers grew among the green leaves.

VI.

Sometimes fruit,

Bitter or not,

Is just fruit.

VAPORS  

The rains come, the rivers flood.

Birds rise from the reeds.

Calves lick their tails.

Arteries pump their blood.

Every tongue has its blessing.

And somewhere in the night

the word aphrodisiac evaporates

within the sound of itself.

THE THRONE

The realm is but an orphanage

if the throne has no king.

The archer will lose his aim

if the throne has no king.

The songs will have no Solomon

if the throne has no king.

Archetypes will echo empty

if the throne has no king.

Magicians, Warriors, Lovers,

command the Man to keep his seat.

THE CURATOR

If the gallery was a garden

and trust was its painters

and amazement was the grand curator,

then Art would be the seeing

not the hue and the stroke.