Saturday, November 27, 2004

#2

on nearby hillsides
developers oblivious
or impervious to the natural world
are turning rolling grassland
and forest laced with deer and
hiking trails into McMansions
on streets named Snowberry and
Honeysuckle, their pastoral whispers
suggesting peaceful living
not bulldozers and dead trees
exchanging place for greed
as if the land was truly
theirs to lose

Friday, November 26, 2004

#1

nothing here is new
not a breath inspired
only the energy of this dance--
my hand extended behind
reaches to yours trailing ahead
awaiting contact