The Hot Place

Loveliness is in the silence of coaches
and in the purr of beaches.

I am here to welcome the springtime
with fantastic dreams of darkened reaches.

Climax to climb in warm sublime
and blind luck forthcoming into reason.

Brought forward with ancient slumber mills
the subtle outpouring of a delicate season.

I look to the changing doorway room
that I cannot help but believe in.

 

2-2-2003