POEM FOR ESKIMO

Is that you,
rolling in darkness,
mask of light star,
some replayed film.
Was it you
or someone else?
I'll believe it's you
and these words
wrapped in heart skin
become blind butterflies
that seek your soul
with tender wings,
offer rides
among unknown rivers
that flow
in clear confusion,
offer swift dreams
that touch ocean
and kisses to sky
that carry you
softly
to your life home.

© Phil Goldvarg, written for Eskimo at Luna's, 1995


POEM FOR MAX AND PHIL

"The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower"
--title of a poem by Dylan Thomas

He carries
very heavy things
inside
his pockets--
poems, photos, letters.
He walks slowly
up the stairs
to the poetry reading.
He builds fires
with his hands,
pushing his anger and hate
into the dark
where they sit
with glowing eyes
like gargoyles.
He closes
his eyes
and begins
to call her,
chanting softly,
waiting
for her soft wet shadow
outside the window.
She holds
a blue flower
in one hand,
a candle
in the other,
the green wick
crackling,
full of spring light.

© EPG, written for Phil and Max at La Raza Galeria Posada, 1997