A Jamaican Child

It has been so long

Since I've seen

A child's head

Soaking in a bucket

Mama soaping him away

His clean screams

Bubbled over on the grass

As they both held on

HORSE LANGUAGE

From a window of Deep Hollow Ranch, Montauk Point

The language of those horses

Is in the swishes of their tails

Their conversation nods and grazes as loudly as they are

Nearby the field a bird is flying the pond

Dusk is near

The fog dissolves into night

The language of the horses

Unbridled feedings lags modestly

A mirror of breezes fondles ripples on leaves

The fly and tick stand still and buzz a horse's hide

In their language of feeding