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Post Haste

I dive off the landing
from the top of the stairs
and frantically grab at the tiny copper beads 
that are the pull-chain of the bare-bulb light
knowing full well they will not hold me

Descent is an endless whorl

I am found with them still clenched in my hand,
the light yet intact, the handrail unbroken

No seeping liquids anywhere

cc: Chagall 2021

…If I Want To

the balloon from your party
still holds its helium
long after

it bobs there yet
in the ceiling

its long rainbow tassel
a curlicue of color

in time it will slide down the wall
without promise of rising 

all the best wishes of the day
flattened and peeling


cc: Chagall 2021

Knowing Full Well

She screamed out to save the babies,
so I threw myself upon the world,
to shield them from the concussive blow

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Double Negative Blues

I got no salt on my egg
no sugar in my coffee
or butter on my bread
but I don't give a damn
...'cause I a'int a'int got you

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In Echelon

Come with me!

I know a place where
there are updrafts still

You can catch your wings
and soar

Icy blue winds
near the edge of horizons

Very thin air
so easy to breathe

So little remaining

cc: Chagall 2021

Full Tones

now and then I end up
in this timeless morning
where memory and hope
reconcile to define me

I yearn for that
which I already have

longing for just a moment longer

I am best 
when I am
in stark relief 
against the world

I am the figure 
or the ground

timeless life is art

cc: Chagall 2021

Manipuler Avec Soin

not even the weather,
is non-manipulable

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It’s A Cursive Font

against a backdrop of nothing
the wind is less lonesome

quiet brings empathy

silence brings furtive kisses
once reserved for glances

hair is aroma on a curve,
a neck of deep meaning

a reckoning at the throat,
soft offhand tickles at the heart

let me skip into your eyes
to frolic there 

toss petals 
to the same green pastures you see

ice dams break all around us now
too jagged to float

impaled, better abandoned
on a deserted isle

just us and a lone palm tree

burnished rock buried 
in beautiful emblazoned sand

what a fine grip for toes,
and backs, for hot treading

for standing firm in Mother Earth,
upon her maiden voyage

from afar She glides,
a Blue Pearl in a tunnel of silent freefall

a young Dame giddy from carousel turns 
and sweet soft candies

the most gentle kiss at the wrist

cc: Chagall 2021

Amid Dusty Light

And in the afternoon,
toast with maple syrup,
a handful of almonds,
and tea lightly touched
by bergamot.

cc: Chagall 2021

Instead of coffee,
I made her sweet froth

cc: Chagall 2021
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