unterWegs:Ulster Park, NY

(con mucho carinyo para Nancy)

what is this itch?
dissolution thirst or longing return?
yearning to merge? lust for th heights?
hunger for worlds of circling appetites
that burn out our senses?

th moon strains to fill
la vispera de la primavera, tibia de repente
-night's eve of spring, suddenly warm-
while junkyard dogs
relay their anxious bark

a slow crawling freight train
drags its mournful whistle
low enough to tangle down
th clattering pistons close
behind skeleton trees of winter
urging narrow gauge tracks
on, towards midnight...