You bathe in forms I’ve never met
But if memory serves without the sugar coat,
When you were singing villanelles, offering odes,
cornering quatrains with your lacy sestina-
I counted dorsal spines en route to the caudal
pulled septa from segments of earthworm erata
tapped a thorax for its secrets.
In Spring, algae were celebrated by their pigments
the way cherry blossoms bloomed your haiku.
(rhodophytes rule). I can’t hold it against you
Archival dust made us both sneeze.
Time for a million
& none for me- gives zero
to the bossa waiting patiently.
We could sip wine & light a fuse
taxes & death are no excuse.
copyright Tara Linda 2011