The Hot Place


About to begin


The story and no end


Chosen word

I would love to find you
Find you in a forest of old oaks

With velvet grass
Slightly wet and newly sprung
From the ground that
Supports our bodies
Spanish moss
Hanging from the canopy
Patches of sunlight
Patterns play under the dark shadows
Of these old trees


on a horse
You come to me
You are a child
I look in your eyes
I see innocence
I see experience
I see wisdom
I see languid sunsets
And dreamy afternoons


I see the halo of light
Surrounding your head


Wild horses behind the gate
Longe upward
Ears back
Teeth bared
They are subdued
They are powerful
They are everything
You are

-July 29, 2002