AFTER THOUGHT

1.

There is time he said
a white sound chirrups
the ear fills

red cobblestones
white wheels of wood
                           and iron

a darling child
green hills
yes  .  sunlight


2.

In the night
her skin is
visibly white

crystals of snow
flow gently
warm her breast

a tide of silver
pleases
her temperment

graceful is she
that bends
her quiet body.