Poem – And their Feet Move

And their feet move

Rhythmically as tender

Feet of cretan girls

Danced once around an

Altar of love crushing

A circle in the soft

Smooth flowering grass

Poem – No Exchange of Glances

No exchange of glances a barren beach

How I hate myself for it

Doesn’t he realize it

Heedless of distance , the fisherman

Coming and going on weary legs