Her Head Is Full of Poems

Big Sur Sunset

February 14th, 1981

Sunset indifferent— two tiptoe giggling
Bottle in hand— glasses clinking
Hurry up it’s sinking.

Horizon swallowing fire— pedestal behind us
California highway, passing cars
Asphalt aroma, swirling lights

                Reflected in the eye 
                Of an oval pond
                Replete with ducks
                Before us stretches 
                Carpet tapestry
                Gentler intrusions
                Perfect circles
                Symmetry radiating
                 Some union unknown
                Diving missions complete
                Fresh cut grass
                Abandoned farm equipment
                Black wrought iron eyelash
                For man made pupil — green iris
                Tranquil slope to earth rocks
                Engaging sperm spray
                Upward the eyes 
                Following the arc

Seize the divided sky
Right stage
Eternal present
Centered silent power

                We have arrived

Light blue streaks
Unite with golden rays
Abstract loveliness
Orderly clarity
Into day

Left reflection of Apollo
Diffuse shadows search
Purple rose plumes
Becoming gray turbulence

Disorderly dream
Pilgrimage into
Song of night

                Encompassing us
                in the unforgettable
                Velvet blanket 
                of our own reflection.