Frank O'Hara

Deer

Deer Art Prints by Duc Ly - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at Imagekind.com

Deer

Deer Art Prints by Duc Ly - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at Imagekind.com

Deer Art Prints by Duc Ly - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at Imagekind.com

Deer Art Prints by Duc Ly - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at Imagekind.com

"Mt. Hood and orchards" by ducnly | Redbubble

"Mt. Hood and orchards" by ducnly | Redbubble:

Canoe

Canoes (Sunriver)

it's very shape and reflection is poetic

not a crescent moon's reflection on a body of water

but still some how elegant

it contains bodies

with arms that likes to trail a hand in the cool surface of liquid

and eyes that watch the whirls of water as the paddles dip and drag

and propel the aluminum craft along a lazy river

Red Wing Bird among the cat tails

(Several nights later, we looked at the shape of Saturn and the craters of the moon, in the telescopes at the observatory.  On that night, the moon was full so it was hard to see the stars because the night sky was so bright.  The guide pointed out the constellation with his laser pointer.)  

it's very shape evokes journey

which begins with a release the un-tethered and an easy flow  

even on a short row in an afternoon

a respite from land

to admire the green plants from the river's bottom

and the swifts flying above

and we are 

between earth and sky

the start and the finish

stern and bow

here and there

Things that are in and of the air

For some reason when I was at the track and saw an radio remote control bi-plane traversing the air, I thought of you;
and those days of sending voices miles to your little digital monitor screen.
Then more images of things that was in the air that we talked about last summer.
The TWA airport, the empty bird cage at the museum, not to mention bees, birds, and ravens; and some bits of a memory of watching the mist issuing forth from the mouths of humans in a forest of miniature trees.
This bi-plane made an elegant figure eight, infinity over the football field, Astro-turf, artificial green.
The iridescent wings of the humming bird which was all but a blur that held up the perfectly stilled body, the vessel that held the nectar of the blue flower grown in Marigot Bay, St. Lucia; near a blue pool which I had all to myself one afternoon watching drops of water descending from the air into the liquid surface that radiates concentric circles when the two meet to form hyperbolas when the two concentric circles began to spread out and met.
Watching the yellow bi-plan I thought, this could be something out of a dream or movie where lovers crashed onto the desert, the wrecked plane carrying a woman which he now has to carry to a cave and eventually buried.

A Sacrament

 Become that high priest,  the bee. Drone your way  from one fragrant temple to another, nosing into each altar. Drink  what's divine— and while you're there, let some of the sacred cling to your limbs. Wherever you go  leave a small trail  of its golden crumbs.  In your wake  the world unfolds  its rapture, the fruit of its blooming. Rooms in your house fill with that sweetness your body both makes and eats.              —Paulann Petersen 

Beat Rodeo - New Love

When I asked you

"How is your day?"

you said:

"Nothing much is new…when in fact it is precisely new. And it all is happening inward.”

the sound of it is like a clear bell ringing

I can't explain why I understand it

in my own way I comprehend

like shy birds that take flight

when approached

like tire birds alight

on twilight branches

some feelings are inexpressible

thoughts escape languages

It could possibly be like

the nest of birds inside a chimney

we hear it's bird call

each day a little louder and more bird like

then the next

until one day, they find their way out

they flew up the flue

and nothing sings from the

empty fire place.