Now and then

Now and then-

A pleasant tide and day

A hand through those curls

Finger across the atlas

Swirl away and away

That lock of hair

Now a compass

Now a star drawn map

Do you see?

Now and then, a possibility?

Early Rains

My shadow the only shade;

I run home to open windows.

A crow laughs over seven lanes

And flies seven streets,

A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.

The airs cool when the lane dips,

And soft rain drips glass buttons.