The sun low in the sky imbues the colors of leaves, russet-gold mottled
beautiful earth in crisp air on frost-watch, deliciously cold and alive
Chagall 2017
Archive for October, 2017
A bridge with your name
Where slow cabs drive lovers home
Early dawn next day
© Chagall 2013
For late-season raspberry jelly, one need not remove all of the ants, right?
Chagall 2017
been editing and revising this one so frequently and rapidly that
no reader has read the same version
ChAgAlL 2017
In the dark, anticipating the wall I should have touched by now,
it’s been way too long, taking slow steps I shuffle to anywhere
Positively some street from someday I thought I’d remember
hearing voices in treetops, in whispers of crickets
At night when alone on the fray under overhead stars under planes,
for that’s how I see things, eternally groping for words
In a pinch when there’s no recollection or meandering time to arrange
I finally lie down
Chagall 2017
When I was a child, my mother told stories of how she first saw me in the hospital after my birth, and I would ask: “But how did you know it was me?”
Chagall 2017
Long ago but not long from now
till time passes away, we’ll hold and we’ll sway
in our special step;
where did they find so much tinsel?
Beneath a drizzle of ticker-tape mixed with rain,
I think lips taste, well . . .
very nice.
In our race down mountains, I often feared that you’d fall
and I’d tend to you in clearings, healing poultice and wrappings.
At the base of a timeless place, so sheer in its rise that up becomes down
before we know it, and we’ve lost more than merely a glimpse in the knowing.
Promise that we will always let one another
down softly.
© Chagall 2014
Thank you for your invite to a world that might have been had it been
some other day when the world’s more inviting, we’ve so much to be thankful.
best,
Chagall 2017
When Mr. Quan died, one of his 5th graders said her favorite memory was his challenge to the class to play the recorder faster than he and the wonderful frenzy that ensued.
Chagall 2017
Back-
ordered logged slid and stabbed
Chagall 2017
Alphabet City 