"October"

In wavering blue tamarack shade
a soft frog ruins the mud.
If the eye were a throat, clouds once bitten
would show the surprise of a sharp kiss
and even the rock of belief would crack
at this smart hug, which is important.

It's cool to wear leather, a red dog
swinging around us like we were slag
with a tough swing. My hot thoughts curve
in the tamarack's shade, all the way off;
and this is to say, heart is important.

Likewise the ruined mud where landmines
may or may not dwell with cut
flowers and our bruised shins,
the blue of wavering words not clouds.
When we are slag, a soft frog
sometimes lands before the curve.

09 21 04

'Geek' in Esperanto.