I used to have brain cells galore
…no more.
Chagall 2020
Archive for July, 2020
I am precisely like a halo,
a tight haze about you, more
than any hand is
to glove
My love
Any sock is
to foot
My cute
one
Almost in rhymes
is like a leaner
in horseshoes
Spiraling metal omega-shaped shoes,
flung from the hand
…ping against posts stuck in sand
Chagall 2020
Do not mistake my sorrow over your unhappiness as love
Love would provoke me to engage and care, while
unhappiness beget by unhappiness stirs me more
to look the other way, to leave, to seek joy so great
that once in heart it overcomes any doubt about leaving
Having left now, I am not so certain
There must be more than a shared sadness
over a plight mistaken as inevitable
Find your garden and dwell there
with a handful of persons you love,
pass the days, savor each hour,
every breath – exhale always
with the next inhale
in mind
Chagall 2020
To think
ultimately
satisfies
more than
to write
Chagall 2020
I love the sound of propeller planes overhead,
the simple promise of flight in that sawtooth stutter,
from behind clouds, pledges blue sky – nothing but! –
for the rest of the yellow afternoon
you and I are
balloons
we dive from a wing onto freshly baked air,
it will hold us as far as we’ll go,
stretched out wide, we glide away,
aloft, astride shimmers of light
like haze from below
the friendly wind rises
to carry us home despite
not knowing the way
we relinquish ourself
there – see it…
the lamp in your window!
we fly so low
I can see the lovers so
plainly below
as evening enters by porchlight
…and I wave
Chagall 2020
Use the ennui of prolonged aspiration
as the impetus to finally break through
think plainly,
speak plainly,
write plainly,
play plainly
Chagall 2020
Watch yourself – curve ahead,
each step random unplanned,
plenty of mud to step in
yet, you bet
A short skip over the gap
and we’re on our way,
careful – it’s a steep hill down
We kick up dirt and gravel
On level ground, grass worn thin,
thick privet all around, a simple maze
meant to divert, not baffle
Let us proceed
A simple right-left
and we’re through
Chagall 2020
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butterflies upon stalks of rye grass,
vibrant, wag their wings
impatiens children tap their petals
open-and-shut
a slow flutter
(with little risk
of sudden snow flurry)
deep in the heart of summer
amid merry smells, sights
sad sounds
a calliope razed to the ground here,
but its lilt is always on lips, melodious whistles,
bounce low, ride high, carousel horses
go giddy up and around
Chagall 2020
she said
I need a heavy rain right now
a deluge now and then
does the trick
make a large boat,
make it right
this time take
one of everything
Chagall 2020
I like it when the thicket and the trees grow over,
my neighbors hidden from view as I from them
It’s cozy in my private garden,
greener somehow, more lush
Above me my patch of sky
as sure as that below is ground
I easily conceive of heaven here
alone behind these secluding privets
A very specific timelessness
Blessed is the rare glimpse of my neighbor’s light
or the sound of her voice soft from behind the overgrowth
A stone’s throw away
as the crow flies
To find me I lose me, I gather up
to pick up the strewn-about pieces
At night when I peer up
I am privy to all constellations
Once I named one
after you
If I were to fall endlessly in space on my back
I would perish with a forever expanding view
of receding patterns of star fields
before me
a panoply
of eternal burning objects
overhead
Chagall 2020
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