(working title Mordor)

 Nothing but the grey effaces

That walk with me and

The bestial faces

Of the animals that shout at me

A prison of fools

an untutored school

I want to escape through that tiny hole

And let the movie run out on the ground

I tried to get the ashes off of my feet

Tried to save that wild dog

There were broken teeth of glass on the street

I saw yellow flowers of flame through the fog

I felt the weight of the world in my hand

Ten plus one in the chamber

The weight of mountains while I stand

My shadow belongs to a stranger

I’m thinking of you and your ocean eyes

A daughter of the wind and wild spaces

Beloved grower of flowers and secrete surprises

The works of a love that time never erases

Razvedka

 she makes her stately way

when the day is new and the sky is gray

her dark hair frames her fair face

as she floats above the ground with wispy grace

they say she'll not speak a word

unnoticed by fallen leaves and singing birds

sometimes if your voice she hears

she turns and smiles, then disappears.