colored art

color my strings
and color my music sheets
my violin will put out rainbows of sounds
in her conversion to visual arts

spring on Erwin

the giant has grown lace on his sleeves
waves of blooming red buds and magnolias
he has put on green pants to his knees
on which birds are chanting spring hymns

morning drive

each morning we drive
out of the city, and into the city
passing through a buffer of nowhere
where the soil is moist and relaxed
where the geese take their bath
and they could not care less
that we cross their land on our path

every morning we drive
down the spine on the back
of a giant called Erwin
and he seems to smile in his sleep
when we pass and the county wakes up
under the trotting feet of the horses
let out of their stalls in the fresh morning