Eternal regards
It goes on…and on…and on…
Such is forever
Chagall 2018
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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
The fireflies tonight, joyful and prescient,
are dense, secreted in hedges of oregano,
strung and lit like Noel.
I cannot discern if I am persuaded by
their rhythm – my breathing weaved
in the pulse of their communal flash –
or if they are aligning to my inclination.
I light candles and they respond in vigorous
affirmation of their flame.
When I retire to the screened-in porch, they follow
and then hover for a minute or so there
outside the mesh, flickering on and off and
on and off, again and again…
But in a short while they are gone. The world outside
turns wholly dark and the air suddenly cooler. I
am rapt with the indiscernible shapes I can see
there at the edge of candlelight.
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A sprite flits across the lawn
neither dragonfly or hummingbird –
defying gravity, pulling incredible G
force; I christen her damsel chagallus,
with emphasis on the first syllable
please
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So poorly coiffed and yet
not artistic at all.
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When there is nothing left to sow,
enable that which already grows.
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A round of applause – anyone left standing?
Still searching for a world shrink.
Live your life. Leave others alone.
Happiness is any time reveling
under sky – anywhere – and
the mutual recognition
of the hint of salt sea
on the air, the promise
of windswept water,
open fields and grains
over winter.
Stop thinking you are one
of them. You are essentially
All.
Ein sof
Chagall 2018
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