Anniversary: a poem


She was red, and He was blue–
turquoise, like his eyes

She the color of joy, and He was
the color of ocean waves

in life and in death they
did not meld into purple

but met at warm white sand
the red beach towel
lapped by blue water



Drought is talented

chooses some streets, cedes others


The sky committee dithers over details

which house gets a proper rainbow


which zone deems dew

a deluge


Count each fleck of moisture

drop huddled to drop seated beside velvet drop