Wow
she said
that is one incessantly ticking clock!
To which I remarked
No, that’s the overhead fan
Chagall 2018
Wow
she said
that is one incessantly ticking clock!
To which I remarked
No, that’s the overhead fan
Chagall 2018
Everybody has
an agenda – even
the agenda-less
Chagall 2018
Too many people
held in my heart
each day
Chagall 2018
To proceed without blessing
requires defiance. I’ve never been
so inclined.
Chagall 2018
There are those for whom
we self-medicate to remember, while others
we self-medicate to forget
Chagall 2018
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
Chagall 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.
Chagall 2018
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
© Chagall 2014
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