Clean Exit
A good day to die
the laundry basket empty
fresh linen to hand
As for Dante
Halfway along my appointed way
whistling cheerfully in a vast forest,
I strayed hopelessly from the path.
What the forest was like,
how increasingly silent, how exquisitely dark,
even now I shudder to remember.
Honey
There's none can tell
how much I missed
your pouting, bee-stung lips,
which look as if
you kept your mouth
hard pressed against
a hive's busy entrance
all Summer long.
