Poems for Saturday Morn

crisp the early breeze shines

crisp the early breeze shines
bright shadows envelop arctic seas
here, narwhals slide quick cutting green
whiteness reflects in aqua blue shades
comets streaking across the silky water
below as above in looking glass dance
a singing gentle, the early morning call
as gulls shout out their salt filled lungs


Her City Eyes

devouring me
her city eyes
cling to screens
inside this head

a looping message
in a bottle modern
grandly tearing me
apart in exhales sweet