STORM DISCOTHEQUE

 The park has turned
 into a discotheque.

 The lithe trees sway their hips
 provocatively,
 while the beefy ones
 toss their heads and flail their arms.

 Pelvic gyrations
 by dainty flowers.
 The bushes let down their hair.

 Psychedelic flashes
 of lightning,
 and the staccato beat
 of thunder.
 The dizzying pulse of the dance.
 The melody of rain . . .

 The wind has even
 swept some of the trees
 off their feet,
 and they are supine on the ground
 in drunken stupor.



 DREAM PERISCOPE

 Submerged
 under blue layers of sleep,
 you drift, unanchored. . . 

 Glowing fish, plankton,
 coral reefs,
 monsters, wrecked ships
 moving with the undertow
 of water saturated with moonlight

 while far above the waves,
 a single eye, unblinking,
 whirls with the horizon's arc.

 A flash, a signal, or a target glimpsed,
 vanished in a moment --

 and the ocean's rippling fabric,
 the purple haze of a distant shore,
 the sheen of a sleep-darkened sky.