Someone must love thy neighbor
and the goddamn cat
that shits in the yard not its own
and the dog that insists on being a dog.

-- copyright, Lynna Howard, 2006, all rights reserved

Excerpts from "Bodice Ripper II"

The palm of your hand pressing into my instep
Is weighty and profound,
Like the moonlit depth of the reservoir
That sleeps on the blind edge of town.

...

This heavy jewel of water, at once thick and light,
Has about its surface an unexpected flow
As surpassingly strange as the tight
And sudden beat of love crossing the sole
Of my dégagé foot in the palm of your hand.

...

And if your lips in that singular moment
Had actually come to meet with mine,
I would be there still, and never lament
The embrace of a moontide on land
And walking on water in the palm of your hand.

copyright, Lynna Howard 1995, all rights reserved

Courbet at the Met

Awake a thousand women
as you move your hand
along this landscape.
Each woman is different,
each one a native
of this single country.

copyright, Lynna Howard 6/2002, all rights reserved

The Age of Ambiguity

"Now" wavers in Einstein's relativity,
"Here" stumbles in quantum theory,
and "I" will likely die by and by
in the science of the mind.
The Age of Ambiguity,
precisely unmeasured, finds
elucidation mathematically
and is peer reviewed,
then meets the nebulous, holy
swarm of consciousness purely
temporary that I share with the you
that is only momentary.

-- copyright, Lynna Howard, 2000, all rights reserved

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