Untitled, unstructured poems of usually five lines, the job of the pensée, a French invention, is little but to offer a reflection, a thought . . .

Three Pensée in Spring

i.

banners
paper and paint
strut like B-movie extras 
backgrounding shapely news casters
nobody notices

ii.

morrow
in rayless hope
    and brash pose makes promises:

a chipmunk      a protest for change
a sodden sky and earth . . .

these words
          hobbled pilgrims

disremember root and rhyme

now shiftless 
                    in spring verse     
                                        in march

fruitless                                  torpid   
                                                  shameless