the women tell me

Crab

 

 

the women tell me

there is soon to be a baby.

 

I remember calling my brother

upon the birth of my oldest son.

both of our parents were dead,

and I needed to tell someone — he,

however, seemed unimpressed.

 

I see this son now grown, bearded

and strong, busy planning their lives together,

as if such a thing were possible.

 

I can almost feel the life force drifting

like pollen from our branches to theirs,

calling forth small, green buds, the sap

beginning to rise.

 

the flowering crab in the yard

holds dark, withered fruit fermenting slowly

under a weak winter sun, when a solitary robin,

who should have gone south months ago,

brushes the snow from the branches

and gorges himself on the hard, bitter fruit.

 

eventually, he grows drunk, drops into flight,

and spinning once in midair, flies straight

into the darkened glass of the window,

then drops to the ground like a stone.

 

so many deaths

caused by mistaking reflections

for truth, by confusing images

with the unyielding surfaces of life.

 

the women tell me

there is soon to be a baby.

and we shall welcome her

with indescribable joy. we

will surely be impressed.

 

we will do our best

to hold her safe, to teach her to see.

we will stand with her by the window

and watch the comings and goings of birds.

 

perhaps, she will smile and laugh with the birds.

perhaps, with time, she will come to love

these hollow-boned, fragile,

exquisitely mortal, impossible birds.

 

perhaps, with time,

she might even be the one

who teaches us all how to fly.

 

New Photo Collection – Ancient Lands – Italy 2016/ www.jfinkimages.com

I just posted a new Collection on http://www.jfinkimages.com, Ancient Lands- Italy 2016. These are images from a recent trip in Rome and Southern Italy, specifically Puglia. My hope on the “Images” site is to invite you spend more than a second per image– click the link and you’ll go to the slideshow.

Begin the slideshow, take the images to full screen, and turn on the sound.

The Collection takes less than five minutes to view, and the soundtrack is from Italian Jazz trumpeter Paulo Fresu. Please enjoy…

http://www.jfinkimages.com/p318766476/h1B40DF1D/slideshow#h1b40df1d

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Costa Brava

 

costa brava sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Costa Brava

 

here’s to tits. And hot sun,

beaches and sand, oil

and oversized towels.

To skinny tits widely spaced

on broad strong chests,

and to pendulous breasts

swinging like the balls

of great bulls, to pointy tits

and to those distended by time.

here’s to young girls

in string suits and mothers

with nipples swollen by the nurse,

and to the proud round bottoms

of middle age, such succulent fruits

ripened on the vine – here’s

to all the promises, intended

and not, spoken, unspoken

and untried. here’s to the small waves

lapping at her legs, to the sunlight

rising, reflected, shimmering

through the sweet space of never

between her thighs

as she makes her way down

to the water and slips

into the soft blue mouth

of the deep. And here’s to all

the old men staring

from the cafes lining the beach,

each straining his yellowing eyes,

each licking his cracked sandy lips,

each awash in the memory

of the sharp salty tang of the sea.

 

 

 

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