The Stage

the first thought is love
to see her and wonder
where is my mother?

then with reluctant eyes I felt
translucent skin,
colorful organs
sheltered, throbbing

so born from slime into dirt
it is a brilliant light, another world:
white sky my home
under fancy clusters
of clover, and looking up
I saw firmly packed blossoms
of flowers

	Colored Shells

opalescent fires on the edge of the
world, blue flames, orange mires
smoke like glistening pearl,
and green pyres burning the purple-bodied
Ouranos -- I thought they were all
just colored shells to cover the
ends of these words