[Camachee]

until the morning blows
a flame when
it is needed most

what morn ignores dawn
gray sails have red indifference
teak bends to the wind

[Kay Syrah]

I bought a negligible
painting for the glory
of an ardent border.
And saw
the complete
innocence of blue
viewed thru
the plumes
of the tabebuia
And since
the margins
fixed the value
of the planes
I posed myself
a painter
still trying
to find a frame.

[Kay Syrah]

Sugaring Off

I drew your likeness
from the pitcher
of hot maple syrup,
poured upon the snow
that I had fixed
and patted into
a white receiving bed.
And you curled around
this cold support
for my poor art
the armature of you,
made you, of sugar
more than sugar.
And I lifted you to
my lips once again,
and sweet it was
to know the liquid
moment when
Spring melting
moved the sap
and the snow
had turned to rain.