Song SilentTongue-touched and bruising,he has forgotten how tospeak arrows into her smile.These moments they lay down,cards upon a table. Only thisnot sticky with spilled beer,but with lifetimes. They laughand ignore the reflectionsleft in receding tides. Theydo not speak of bells and Jupiter,the way a little one lost a footing,the way their currents oncetorrential, now tied in knots(knotted lace)and tucked in drawers.They do not speak.Days become dark with silence,dims with shared solitude,lone clouds lumped together andthey do not speak.They do not speak. Two hollowspay testimony to shared sheets,twin plates nestled in the sink (butno third); they do not speak.Two brushes, two dressers, aset of identical chairs; the most telling,two rings; they do not speak.They are sharing morning sunlight.They are passing a salt shaker. She islooking out the window and droppingher cup. They are mopping up coffeetogether in silence.
Cougar SongBlack lines that drip fromeyes not weeping; abow of gold, curve of gleaming fur,she arches her back and fallsfrom a limb too fluid to hold her.A leap, flying to mossy floorwhere brown deer saunter; longtongues, black noses, ears prickling.She falls from limb upon themshowering needle and pinecone,a screaming curve of gleaming fur.Flexing, she dances.Sun-glinting teethmoon-tearing claw,and deer sent jauntingaround thicket trees.The slim one gleaming golden follows,a song of lion in the mountains.Death song; blood will stainher frosty mouth.--- ----- ---