A Gift from Paris to Savannah

Forsythe Triton, photo by Jack

From Paris to Savannah

Four gurgling geese

From whose  beaks spurt

Orgasms of water

Rising  wet

With wings wide open

Behind the geese Tritons shine

Horn in hand echoing

With streams of water

Sparkling in sunlight

Their arching rainbows

Centered is the white foundation

Basking in the sun's intensity

Solid bright iron ornate

With dancing storks

Beneath the wide lily pad

Above these sprays of water Liberty's

Sunlit naked breast offers nourishment

Jack-- November 2010, revised Jan. 2011

Sheer White

Sheer White

This is my whitest winter

Here in my white deco condo

Adrift on a white hillside of snow

Coated in ice upon which I lose my balance

Fall laughing into the deep snow

From my plate glass I look over

White rooftops as white insects dart

Then turn to fluff to the tiny bits of

Down from the celestial Snowgoose

Or some invisible snow angel

Wisps own the air the Sun

Has abdicated to the cold

The white keys of the piano make melody

Make the white insects of fairy dust dance

And neither ice nor mist melt away

Jack 1/11/11