A poem for Andrew Marvell
Listening to the sitar before dawn
Loafing with friends at Ojo Caliente
The nest in which we were born
The pelicans at White Horse Key
Flamenco singers in Granada
The horses coming up behind
What to do with the garden
Singing the same throaty note
Hiding in a drop of water
Listening to Shahram Nazeri
Mailing evidence to the prosecutors
Waking in the middle of the night
Losing the house in a card game
A week on the Oregon coast
The fat old couple whirling around
Shabistari and The secret garden
The night the cities burned
Stealing sugar from the castle.
