Monday, August 20, 2007


Cumulus male

at work in the cottonwood

calling a lover;

his circadian belly

primed to awaken

one sleeping female.

Oven-breath from Coho

is temperature of his sex call:

one hundred and ten

ecstatic frizz-songs

underscore broad-headed yearning

in a chain letter

where buzz begets buzz.

Where all males sing at once

in a dream of electric coitus:

the old tale

of consummation’s wonder

that end’s in raspy death

on a red desert floor.

1 comment:

Mental Produce said...

Very sophisticated and elegant.