gets away with the breathless life of a jar.
From this leased remove, cars appear docile,
doormen surrendering. An ambulance blinks,
hush and hollow. Above them static as air,
I am unfallen. The world without me
has rarely seemed this clear.
Sandy Solomon
Jealousy
Such green in such abundance - grass, trees,
even the pond, green with algae and reflected
growth, honed on green, like those geese on north
(two mutter by, one with a wing feather gone).
Unbearable. A note held too long -
down to the play of lighter green on lawn
as sun splatters through new leaves flaunted,
lifted in that feckless, irritating breeze,
so temperate, the air, so full of itself,
as lovers, full of themselves and no one else,
stroll across the distant lawn until
obscured by walls of vine-tangled, flowering shrubs.
Beyond the smokey trails of dogwood blossoms,
where the woods fill and float, where the path descends,
there, crow and jay will gawk and gawk, there,
all sense, all evidence belongs to lovers.
And none can enter the sigh of their spring,
none eavesdrop, none watch, none reach without risk -
a hornets' lullaby, flailed sunset,
spindling knot of briar beside the spoor.
