Leaves of the Andes

Fed by the sun, watered by the rains

The cells of the leaf become alive with energy

Along the roads within the Andes!

The magic of the world captured within its

       chambers, of gathered light—

A civilization built within each leaf.

Engulfed within are ancient tiny creatures that

       ingest the sun—

Each building their form, with fortresses of

       thickness, shape and texture:

Tall, small, thin, lobed. Each filled with

      art and poetry…

11-9-2012 (3460)

Dedicated to Dr. Jesus Pomachagua 

Window, of the: Woodbridge Demon (1984)

Something is out there!

Where?

Out there!

Out there where?

Outside the Window!

What?

The head of a demon!

Something there, outside the window, where?

The head is there, right over there!

No, the lamp is there…

No, the lamp is not there, not where I see the demon; the demon is over there…

What’s he look like?

He’s wearing a hat and the eyes, wide and deep pitted, lit up!

Nothing more—?

       (the apartment is three stores up)

He’s right out there (pointing), can’t you see him?

Like as if, in front of me?

Not quite, now he is gone!

The head and the face of the demon gone: like vanished?

You didn’t see him?

No, sorry, but I do believe you Ma!

       (she trembles, — it’s an odd moment)

#3456 (11-3-2012)