by Lisa Marie Popp
Dear Sunshine Star,
Do you know the Moon?
Sign in a Paris elevator:
Please leave your values at the front desk.
Green I love you green
Greeen of the wind.
Green of the rain.
Green branches.
The ship far out to sea.
The horse above on the mountain.
Dark at her waist
She’s dreaming there on the terrace,
Green of her cheek, green hair,
with eyes like chilly silver.
Green I love you green
Under the moon of gypsies
Stars are looking at her
But she can’t return their glances.
Wandering the Library
Letters Sent or Unscent
A drawer full of old photos
A drawer full of love & pain
Rocks,caves,lakes,ferns,bogs,dens and shades of death.
the coolest of all
the planets crosses
the sky
the round, magnificent
star-filled watermelon.
Spider, be
careful!
I’m rolling
over!
My shadow was sad
When I took the sand
Of the gleaming beach.