Three poems

Invitation to Elizabeth Bishop

Mortal to immortal

come walk with me

on the trippy floor

of Amazonian Brazil.


in the rain


Slog in search of Giant Toad

and Snail

and water lilies (my contribution)

those cupped blankets

blooming white.

We can marvel and quake

at the mosquitoes

haloing the latter.

It would be fine

to have your company

for that.

We could move as mudlarks

in the forest

rain, search out

find Strayed

Crab, see where

she's gone to


I might question your "too big,"

say I think they are just right

these Giants here in the damp

and soaking waterworld.

They prevail; they stay afloat.

We can be their wakeful ears.