WALKING ON THIN ICE

A Simple Machine

No mangos from the shadow
No ghostings from the closed
But kisses for your shoulder
I certainly do enclose

I dance about your shadow
Re-hang in velvet drape
Your renovated altar
Your greatness to relate

From former fog I scurry
To your two as one
What gestates in ambiguity
Becomes footnote to bronze

and now 28 months later, here we are living in the land of mango in very little shadow.

the fotos of the two poetry books are the front and back of one single book published by Bree of Green Panda Press. one side is poems by Lady K. turn it over and the backside is poetry by Charles Potts of Walla Walla Washington. Bree used my art as covers for both. i find this prophetic because Bree put Lady and i together artistically a year before we became lovers. even more prophetic, in a later Green Panda Press anthology, she put Lady and i and a 3rd poet who was one of Lady’s lovers at the time we took up all on the same page. so Lady and i were together at least twice before we were together.

it’s fate mate.