From the dark of my window I stare out at the night, down the road to a streetlamp, its warm yellow umbra a funnel faded to checkered black, alone, still timeless awaiting day through the hours, wearily beasts emerge from the wetlands, their trails passing under, beyond the fall of the light cc: Chagall 2022
Archive for January, 2022
As she lowers herself, I am engulfed, lost in the heady scent of bayberry, invigorating wintergreen cypress, her eyes are the same color as her song, both melodies lilt timeless intervals, eternity comes in thrusts and parries, strands of hair curl down the backs of dancers, there where palms lie, in the small near the nape, above the slight dimple, below the heart, there where the part is forever removed cc: Chagall 2022
Her name was Melisa (That's Melissa with two esses) Marianne (Actually, MaryAnn, capital M, Mary, no space capital A, Ann) We all called her Eve cc: Chagall 2022
Times Square Station, a Wednesday in time, 8:30 AM So sad, no one naps on the subways nowadays. cc: Chagall 2022
I wish I had underlined all the great ideas I'd encountered in all the books I read over the years cc: Chagall 2022
I'd like to go on record, state today that I am not as chubby as these two shirts make it appear, and even if I was, like my Mom used to say She's not too fat to fly cc: Chagall 2022
I asked the poinsettia do you like it here, do you want to live here all year round on that ledge surrounded by the resurrected orchids? cc: Chagall 2022
The year she mentioned was so long ago that when she asked how old I'd been then, it was easier to count up from my birth date, but not so young that I had to count backwards cc: Chagall 2022
After having taken multiple handfuls, I am now skilled in shaking the green container that holds the golden candy caramel popcorn, such that the kernels fluff-up in volume, covering my tracks cc: Chagall 2022
dear dan fogelberg my old singing friend! oh, how I miss you and the times she and I spent harmonizing your songs, you went from young with dancing shoes to dead and gone, so quickly, at least in my mind was it like that for you as well? Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That's a part of the plan you sang, promised that one day we'd all understand and then suddenly you got old at least in my mind was it like that for you as well... or did we all get old? and then you passed off to the Netherlands away to captured angels danny, we've all since gotten older with love, triplet brother (different mother) cc: Chagall 2022
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