I was forced today to look up calumnious;
it has nothing to do with discovery – new worlds –
but all about Queen Isabella
Chagall 2018
Archive for July, 2018
Got on the bus today, sat behind the driver,
looked at the old lady across, turned right,
in the back, seated on the aisle,
the second bench of two, the passenger side of the vehicle,
was a guy. We held stare for a count of 5
and concluded simultaneously that we looked exactly like one another.
We both grinned from ear to ear and nodded vigorously our mutual understanding.
Even as he exited, in profile and waving from the street as the bus pulled away
he was my physical twin. The bus filled up
eventually. No one had noticed so no one
to remember, nor anyone to forget.
Only us.
Chagall 2018
Eternal regards
It goes on…and on…and on…
Such is forever
Chagall 2018
In the deepest night
the woods are not black
but are ebon-green;
soundlessly cold wind rallies
in the gaps of the underbrush
aloft alongside zephyrs
gray and deep lilacs on black
the color of moonlessness
in dark meadows motionless
waves despite the churn
underwater horizons outlined in indigo
and out I go in a spin
that old green magic: horizontal
– a will-o’-the-wisp doing backfloats
with viewpoint shifted sailing slowly steadily up
lost in the monochromatic.
Chagall 2018
I love
so many, many people
Chagall 2018
Started a new job
I propagate jade
make large plants
from tiny leaves
at night now I
dream of dark forests
cool and somber
in evergreen shade
Chagall 2018
For Rocco Scott LaFaro (April 3, 1936 – July 6, 1961)
American jazz double bassist known for his work with the Bill Evans Trio
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