Musa 1

Vertical rustling,
dry by my ears
as I swing
down,
so the water-blood of the musa bursts forth, the life
that keeps growing
up and green, high out of that compost,
the sentries of stalks,
solid life like thighs,
keeping watch for the heart
that longs to hang,
red, heavy, luscious,
softly in the air,
given space

as a beacon of truth
to it’s purpose
of opening red curtains
bearing an orchestra of fingers
that play
the heartstrings of the apis
that harmonizes the keys
to unfolding and creation.
I love the banana.

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Colorado Butte Poem

Cottonwoods winding and slumbering with streams
(ribbons on grassland wrap),
festooning round butte outcrop gifts,

where hunters received their buffalo vantage,
and settlers received a view of their claim.

The mother, she rose up with clay
and with shale....

She gave and is giving still.

by Kathleen McKee 



Credit: Annie Griffiths, National Geographic


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Credit: Royce Bair


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Lake Moon Kayak

A visit to my friend living on Swan Lake to kayak under the full moon was a wonderful Saturday evening. Resulting poems I wrote:

Cumulus Aperitif
Rumps down on grass, all stiff and dry,
wine glasses poised, to watch up high.
An appetizer for our paddle:
cloud-show playing, did us addle!
Mouths dropped open, not for sips
but at flashes, strikes and rips.
Light-cracks went down, and some across,
inner rumblings, gods were cross?
Pink in the folds, dust blue up high,
some purple there, oh me oh my!

Moon Eye
Fish, mouth open, laughing cloud,
porpoise tongue, don't speak aloud.
Moon-eye shine! we want to gaze,
upon your shape-change in the haze.

Ripple Haiku
Kayaks on water
Pushing ripples under moon
Bats flit around us

First Date FaceBook

Cheat sheet, sneak-in.
Not discovering or
deliciously unpeeling the onion
as I’d be in coffee shops and baseball stands with him.

FB chops it open
I can see some blurry version
inside suddenly, no context.
I’m spying.

(no fun for this voyeur)

written April 2009