It’s a remnant from having studied French
she says plus perfectly, the tip of her tongue
in the right place, breathless and throaty with her R
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Archive for June, 2018
I have hung them from
a wrought-iron arm that
I can swing back and forth
into the wind of the alleyway. Your idea
to write with wind chimes
was brilliant.
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In the canvas bag where I stored garden hand-tools,
in a side pocket covered by a blue-black-white
paisley bandana, I kept a small brass pipe and a palm-size
stash of homegrown I’d grown here at home years ago excellent really quite primo
kept moist by rotating wedges of apple newly
I’d partake every now and then
when out in the green house at the potting bench (no pun intended)
the aroma of earth, water, and oxygen processing
in filtered sunlight
and sometimes in moonlight
wondrous dahlias and grapes on grafted rootstock
made tougher to live here, to be able to endure here
propagating boxwood and ficus and fig
helping them to get through the erratic germination of exotic types
in the end just hoping
we’d all find simpler things
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I have an early set of writing
I call Thoughts Conceived in an Extraordinary Head
that starts off sophomoric and ends up
here – a place even more juvenile
Thank you
Thank you very much
Chagall 2018
The dark gives me calm – a setting
to conceive the sublime, but I still
need light to write.
Chagall 2018
I miss my old Seth Thomas metronome
– it kept beautiful wooded time.
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perhaps someday we can collaborate
an obscure piece that future
aficionado comprehend
posthumously rewarding, weirdly delightful
to once again be granted form to
indulge in someone’s slow-moving
morning
…long after Saturday’s gone…
or so the song goes
Chagall 2018
Chips off the old blocks
tend to have nicknames
Something we often take
for granite
Rock steady
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Those who once would laugh and engage most readily
are gone. I face a lot of quizzical glances
whenever I go.
Chagall 2018
Get the writing out of your head – strip the symbols
vocalize, speak the word, no gibberish, scream something new
on 3…
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