See Robert's chapbook and complete bio note in Summer 2002.
To the Music of mid-November Rain & Snow
Waylaid this morning by a black locust, the early sun wrapping it in matted
gauze. After lunch I rerouted back, this time sun directly behind it. Gold-black
limbs visible inside sheer yellow dress of leaves, contorted, dancing.
Across the street, its back to the train station wall, an adolescent maple, shy, red,
as if mustering up courage to make its move toward the slightly older locust.
It will, this weekend, when predicted mid-November rain & snow blow through.
Monday may well find them stark naked, still apart, shivering, slightly.