Two Poems by Joe Carusi

Empty Sylvan Glade

tall glowing green grasses flutter
under smooth strokes of wind
recumbent in cool shade
the sun paints
on the oak trees and their fingertips
warmth circulates clockwise
unusually sweet and soothing
through the small clearing
purple petaled flowers awaken in a morning daze
nameless and silent
boulders bear blue mosses
earthworms dwell beneath in dark brown soil
grey stumps and branches layer the dreamstate distance
an impossible multi-faceted barrier
opiated in absolute harmony

dazed gaze
somewhere down
bare-armed at the cutoff
two hands touching at the thumbs
opposable tangle
blue denim



morning trees stand bent
night sips at the turn of the sea
birds cough bells at dawn

Joe Carusi