Small Treasures

Walk in Spring We walk among the flowers. Butterflies the color of peaches Hide among the roses. Your face and eyes belong to me – the secrets that you hide, shadows that come and go, All of it. You are radiant And untranslatable. The Moon Tonight The moon that carries All Loves False or True is out tonight. It all comes back to me, with every breath and every choice. In my dream, I hold your hand with all the certainty of thirty years ago. Again, I am undone With just your voice. Getting By He is a daytime gentleman in some ordinary restaurant in some ordinary city And, of all things, smiling. At five o’clock When the haze settles in a blue grime over the tent of buildings, When the black boy, jingling coins, Comes running with his dog, And the night is coming, And the headlights gleam on, And the streetlights begin, Does it bother you then that there is a taste of the dead Even in love?