hiawatha's other song

i saw

a colour today.

brown

it was;

like the skin

between your fingers

soft

with funny wrinkles

when stretched.

or a tree

before

april autumn tv

taunted us with news

of summers far away.

i saw

a colour today.

white

it was;

like the skin

between your fingers

soft

with funny wrinkles

when stretched.

but the trees aren't white yet.

will they, too, soon be?

[published in blackmail press 26]

changes

the battles are different here,
i think.

no easy anger
at a development gone wrong
or saviour cars to be sacrificed
at the crossroads of perspective.

but changes come
with endings and beginnings
and beginnings and endings
till you stand
by the banks
of a strangely named river

and hold your bitter goodbyes
like a weapon.