sunday drive
� 2002 by john e

floating the backbeat of the freeway
prickling stars to come

behind devil-may-care
stuck-up shrubs
green winter conifers
tumbleweeds a blazin'

there's a low fence that's
hardly a fence at all
holds back animals only

in the freeing dark
you'd not see it at all

behind that

there's a sky blue house
where people sometimes live

~

evening mood
� 2001 by john e

your chiffon follows your body
and its curves are those of the clouds,
the hills; mountains
arch to your shoulders, breezes
soothe and snap
the fabric following
over you

you - the clouds, the mountains,
the dance of gauze -
buzz with a soft delight
such a simple poem
fast tiny beauties
tiptoe into the arms of sunset