to my old piano teacher

to my old piano teacher
to Mrs. Wells remembered
january 2016, musick point rd

Would sometimes take the way along the shore to make sure I arrived late…

this afternoon along that road
the paddocks where you grazed
your horses, your pug dogs snuffling
clustered at the door, your riding
crop and helmet, the house
redolent with sun and a dark piano
were all no more than that
nothing history of real estate

heart rain

heart rain
          for Keikei

i hear a heart
in the rain
whose heart
is it?
raining in
the night
the drip of
its beat the
beat of its
drops

sun heart

sun heart
      for Keikei

sun on the
sea sun in
the heart
the blue of
that sky was
the trough
of those
bantering
waves
the shadow