The Wizards of State Street

(Photo by Irene MacFarland copyright 2014.)

 

Long bearded wizards roam
state street in Madison

bunches of them
everywhere

 

a gang of

mystical mischief makers

in blue pointy hats and red

sun glasses

and golf club wands

lost in their in search of
spells and spirits.

 

The Words of Rios

I slow down as I read the words of Rios
tenderly wrapped around
ideas and dreams.

They carry me to vivid corners
of my imagination
landscapes known before only to my
sleeping mind.

Strange languages fall from
the pages
telling tales of love and sorrow,
exotic thoughts born through them.

I turn the page
sighing
at the beauty.

spring moon

the moon turns and
follows me
across the field where new life
barely breaks the surface
over the hill
through the tag alders and
back to the pond,
white light doubled
rippling
beckoning

salamander statues

salamanders slip through small
holes in the wall
suction cup toes hold them
in place
still as statues
only tails
twitch

almost spring

grit in the treads of my shoes
last years leaves in a confused rush
on their way to some important place
breeze in my hair
warm sun on my face
spring is finally near

missing you

missing you and
your silence
hanging around
the house
occasional punctuations
from Gilligan's Island
your smile
your kiss
your presence

screen dreams

visions flicker across the screen
other people's dreams come to life
someday mine too
will be seen