Music was in the air on Taylor Drive. Songs of California in Iowa, west meeting center on Taylor Drive, a development risen from corn fields. We played music, mixed wild and brown rice with Esther's asparagus. Talk about dawn and beginnings hand-pushed versus power mowers and wedding photographs blending into the night. First guests, with wine from France a rosé for our gustation. ~ Spring 1983
Purple tips of Iris emerge
from among green swords
oscillating
in wind too strong for blooms.
We'll move the root stock
to a sheltering place
past the Lilac hedge
where grackles browse...
Mix soil with bone meal
and decaying manure
a bed for bulbs
beneath mulch and wind.
We should get this done
when the blossoms fade
before distraction comes
with summer's calm.
~ Spring 1996
We must be free to follow our search for knowledge wherever it may lead us. Without regard for what people say, without regard for what already exists. Though it be a long, lonely road, we must go alone, yet in communion with the many who have set out like us. Though we will be alone, we will also be in the best company. ~ Summer 1983
The sound must have come
from the lake front pavilion
and the alumni dinner-dance.
To music by the
Play Boy orchestra
she danced with Rudy ten times.
Mrs. A.H. Jones sang the solo
after the toastmaster’s remarks.
Then the judge gave an address
after presentation of the class.
Present were officers, patrons,
sponsors and chaperones.
She danced with Alice,
Dorothy, Elaine and Eunice.
With dance cards spread
like an ornamental fan.
Black, red, green, yellow and purple
printed confetti specks
trace down to the image of balloons.
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