She said ‘lito, it’s cold in here!
I said Baby…turn up the heat!
Chagall 2017
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Clouds enshroud the light in the garden, I am mist on shadows reflected
as moonbeams on rain far removed yet right here waxing, running on ere running off
Chagall 2017
The trap-door leads from profound to mundane; I eye the queue eternal and turn.
Chagall 2017
Peace external to the mind as a pinball bounces off bumpers; evade of your own inertia, the places you’d rather not go, you grand polished silver orb you.
Chagall 2017
…beautiful
earth in crisp
air on frost watch…
Chagall 2017
The sun low in the sky imbues the colors of leaves, russet-gold mottled
beautiful earth in crisp air on frost-watch, deliciously cold and alive
Chagall 2017
A bridge with your name
Where slow cabs drive lovers home
Early dawn next day
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For late-season raspberry jelly, one need not remove all of the ants, right?
Chagall 2017
been editing and revising this one so frequently and rapidly that
no reader has read the same version
ChAgAlL 2017
Alphabet City 