Today I've been reading Philip Whalen's poems
in Anne Waldman's Angel Hair Anthology.
Cozy inside, snow falling in Pennsylvania, another
version of Christmas:

DEMACHI

Lady leans over the table writing
Takarabune coffeeshop
Is there a large spider descending from her hair?
It swings in space just below her cheek
The top of a ball-point pen
"Santa Claus is coming/ To town!"

***

A funny trip to the other side of the square, from
Demachi Yanagi linoleum plastic noodle shop
The Pepsi Cola man has rice with his chuka soba
To America taped music red upholstery lilac or yellow shades
on hanging lamps
Christmas trees pinned to the walls
Tinsel yardage stars their sparkling guts
Descending blue glass balls.
Air conditioner flops and glitters them
Everybody drinks thick fruit nasty

25:XI:66

December in Boulder (a nature walk)

Paseo del Prado

Birds squeaking, longshadow:
"Morning swings in a moonsplashed hole."

Maya Place

2 large tractors in yard
1 green
1 bright ORANGE (like my sweater
and daisies bought yesterday
in imitation of O'Keeffe's Red Poppy.)
"Looking out the door we can see Venus rising.
Ok. There she is."

Abeya

Yellowoman on bike moving slowly over ice
shows me like orangutan big white teeth.
I remember the raccoons at the Bronx Zoo
black gloved hands like me.
"Buds knows themselves through hot and cold."

Savannah

little blonde boy pushing stroller
Pampas grasses, smiles--
"I wonder if I had not been born
who would be drinking this cup of coffee."

Cottonwood Trail

Prairie dogs confer amongst themselves.
"Pick up your own prairie dog
on the way out," said the Professor
on the field trip.

She talks to the black steers,
"Ciao Leute!"
They stare and chew.
Highly impressed.
The gas station guy gives me change.
"You look Great!"
Thankyou.