Frank Parker

He Leans Out . . .


1.
                                                     (for DG)

He leans out and looks upon the open
shiny black roads bordering the sand

on 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 directions

2.
p   o   s   t      c   a   r   d

There are hills trees roads and townships
gossip is time loving the visit, thinking
                                                                 - all

3.

blue lupine
green mountain
white water songs

4.

we see a cock
in the Valley of the Moon
the color of autumn vineyards
high in a ripe persimmon tree

5.

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 sage

blue-belly lizard
  skitters ahead

    heat

          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