A Poem a Day into the Millennium  16 November 1999
 

Openings, Orifices and Opportunities

 
portals, passageways and portages beckon today
windows open, their mullionss grcefully seductive
behind every neighbors house is a laughing horizon
it's a day of doors slightly ajar and half spoken thoughts
every common street remembers
the urban grid and feveral highway system
that came here and can lead away
bikes are poised
trains sing in the distance
there is gas in the car
a contrail of a jet bisects the sky
while birds wheel overhead
a truck goes by like an open invitation
I think the passport
is in the top left drawer
of the desk in the spare room