Frank Parker
He Leans Out . . .
1.
(for DG)He leans out and looks upon the open
shiny black roads bordering the sandon the tips of his toes
to pierce the horizon
A convertible Galaxy that's what I want
shake rattle and roll
my own hair
in all directions2.
p o s t c a r dThere are hills trees roads and townships
gossip is time loving the visit, thinking
- all3.
blue lupine
green mountain
white water songs4.
we see a cock
in the Valley of the Moon
the color of autumn vineyards
high in a ripe persimmon tree5.
the tide
sunrise in our eyes
hearts up to the sea
Up Rocky Ridge . . .
10-28-01
a cottontail leaps across the trail
pauses beneath gray sageblue-belly lizard
skitters aheadheat
waves
2.
the sea hag's hair
blown back on the coast
cars small as bottle caps
sea lions roar
updrafts vultures circle
3.
in and out of my head
sunset
fp - chimpanzee
© 2002 Frank Parker