Archive for May, 2018


Lilts Like A Waltz

Way up high
a walk-up, some windowsill,
rests an elbow nearby a clay saucer,
within it apricot seeds to dry so that
someday a tree might be born,
though she’s certain
not here

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…and the bees so loud,
they are stereophonic,
more real than any buzzing
I’ve ever heard – so beautiful
bouncing in sunlight searching
among young petals sopped in morning dew
this hazy morning – the line of the
stone on the ground so familiar
traces arbitrary curves
meant for now

the warmth in the air
is a room I enter
when I breathe and
throw windows open

you are the
blue echo, the day before,
a glimpse through a picket,
once enchanted

… long before any dawn

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I believe the birds themselves enjoy
a human trill if well-sung

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Alit

She kept a small clay pitcher of
pot on the porch, beautifully
ground gold buds, home grown
right there behind the house
in her humble garden where
the sun traversed
perfectly

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… and Shut

Odd that to provide her closure I had
to open a can of worms.

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late sometimes
in the white noise
of the kitchen
night light

I’m withdrawn to
the first lunula of shadow
beyond the bright arc

awaiting earlier days

so many more
around then than now

I close lights
to darken still

I choose nights
cozier, a head under blankets
in wind and light rain, warmer

the smell of earth and
rich-hydrogen, air over lapping water
where salts outrun updrafts

I am happy
torn apart, enlightened and
rendered in heather

we grasp hands
and fly low over
dreamscapes

a kiss in wind-spun cascade,
winsome in the crescent
of banked firelight

it’s again tonight and
I’m in the kitchen
once more awash
in fluorescence

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Wary

Lately I don’t trust anyone
not even my ownshadowownshadow

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I wanted real bad to make this poem rhyme
but I couldn’t ’cause I ran out of time.

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aesthetic/ascetic

Small Sounds

Have you noticed
ants cast shadows?

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Dear Mr. Lawn Guy
Blow my weeds away

Euphemistically speaking, of course.

C’mon everybody now!
Put your hands together…

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