Willow
She loved the sea
to sail on skin of ocean
to skid the surface
in quiet ripples
moving with aid of wind
no fish or bird
more buoyant.
He loved the dark of woods
trees young and old
to bend or lean upon
rustle of leaves
hint of other creatures
of mystery
without horizon.
She liked the silence
solitude
the play of elements
the heart of sun
colors brightened
fall of day
a peaceful harbor
to lie upon.
He liked the beach
stone and shell
the warmth of sand
beneath his feet
connected from solid to solid
to float and not to sink
to drift but not to drown.
As tide and shore
they lost their sense
of edges and beginnings
as each the other touched.
Not ship nor gull
they glide and wait
willow to starboard, mate.
B R Taub – June 1980
Poetry
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- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
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- Beau Dies
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- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Call it what it is
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Song
- Day break
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- Death of the Dolphin
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- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
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- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- Sunrise
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion
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