David Gitin

PASSING THROUGH

a feather
or a knife

at the crossroads
of memory and desire

*

light caged
broken air

a thousand birds
will not return

*

chuckle down fear
year after year
smile like a porpoise

*

sun rays
caught in our skins

tremble like snakes
and burst

horses through surf
and we ride

oh we ride

 

WOKE UP ONE MORNING

fingers extend
white blossoms

*

persimmon

leaf

wings

butterfly

*

woke up one morning
breathing oranges

 

MUIR BEACH ROCKFEST

electric
        gracenote
              circles
                in sand

night
        sea
             occasional

fires
      flesh
            all form

voices