The dog's name was Winifred, Winnie for short, but my Mom called her Winnifer' like Jennifer, because...well, that's just how my Mom was. Chagall 2020
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In the rays of today's afternoon star, all sorts of insects everywhere pause to nap while they suckle luscious nectars Butterflies, hummingbirds, large fuzzy bumble bees, bump among the giant zinnia where the damselflies dance, electric-blue diamond needles The world is a song of bright yellows and chiffon baby's breath, without a mar, a loam scent so deep, a breeze from nowhere so warm ...nary a mar Chagall 2020
The most subtle tickle inside my head lets me know that I'm not dead Chagall 2020
I opened the doors to all of the rooms to better confine the dog to any one space; now she just lies wherever, doesn't bark, doesn't follow me compulsively wherever I go, knowing she can come (or not) as she pleases Chagall 2020
A little bit of Afghan atop the Blue and Durban, helps me to cope with my day Chagall 2020
Gaia herself is a spinning Jenny, a celestial whirlamajig upon which new-born hummingbirds ride shotgun atop butterflies together tracing erratic patterns while doily-skinned polynoses copter to the ground from maple canopies each of these is a samara everywhere life is a twirl Chagall 2020
I searched every tonal koan and cranny, every nook and canary-yellow, but still I did not find you Traversed eons, then ions, kept my eye on the prize, when crossing looked left first I saw you'd left no note, nor song, nor rhyme scheme, though the author, songstress, and poet, were there until she wasn't Looking back to the way we looked forward, it is hard to contemplate how easy it was to detour so widely So wildly the winds once blew your sails, hale gale force gulping big riptides in its froth the surface found calm spent by its constant churning to mind the heart for to mine love once must sometimes dig deep, rarely does it simply lie there on the ground unattended perhaps I lie to myself underground, I was once fully attentive, with each new birth I earn, I learn to continue to be so to distill the most from each breath of each life vigilant consciousness on the alert for any impending rapture Chagall 2020
tiny polynoses sink in the sky spin little jenny atop the not seen seek joy in loss Chagall 2020
I watched my neighbor's dog one summer, we quickly bonded over treats and runs, and she'd lie on the porch in the sun all day, while I played solo jazz on guitar to serenade her I know in September she missed me deeply, or so I'd like to think I wouldn't blame her if maybe she missed more the Cole Porter Chagall 2020
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