lingering
lingering
there is always
that lingering
Month: September 2017
from Wandring Up Ample-Gauze Creek on Spring Day by Li Po
I’m still lingering on, my climb unfinished,
as the sun sinks away west of peaks galore.
translated by David Hinton
there the road
there
the road
now walk
one way
or the other
a Quiche poem about home: The Face of My Mountains
damn this heart
a song from 1972
on the radio
in a restaurant
thousands of miles
decades later
from the images
it brings forth
of a smile
those long legs
a dance in candlelight
a faraway look
in eyes
and a bottle of wine
cannot erase
all those years
all those miles
damn the song
damn the ache
damn this heart
what holds me here
thunder in the distance
lightning in the sky
let those tears
from heaven
soak my head
my skin
naked I stand
above the city
wash away
what holds me here
packing a suitcase
it begins simply
packing a suitcase
what to put in
what to leave out
for the few days
remaining still
but in the act
resolution
and the quick beating
of my heart
riding the river: from Vessy’s paintings
surging forward
toward the horizon
where sun
where moon
where stars
will be
breaking free
riding the river
of life
like thee
Leonard Durso 