1.
is there a place where rain and stone speak?
do their words linger
as if a moment waits?
can we hold this silence dear
as if our existence
meant as much.
2.
the willow toes the river as it passes
my mother often swam nude
and i would watch her nipples like tulips glisten.
when she died, the air was cold
and the river had found a new
way.
3.
i wander streets and wonder where
the stones come from?
they do not tell us.
kept in the dark as if the
stars did not exist.
my mother slept
through hurricanes
as trees died.
where do i go
when stones do not speak?
4.
stones
in Italy they
talk about pasta,
wild boar sauce.
the nun who fucked Don Antonio
for the wine.
The end of time.
here stones talk about whales,
in their long swim
to the Baja
and chianti.
"CAVE IN TIME"
mixed media
Copyright 1995 Mike Duffy. All rights reserved.
Copyright 2000 Daniel Roberts.
All rights reserved.
