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The Morning After Eve

The hot water of the shower spray
feels great on her face, after
an all-night cry

Who knew such
a recurring but
fleeting thought
could provoke so
many tears?

Under the mist
she promises
herself today
will be no different

Chagall 2016

Full Voice

A whisper in a storm
hums poetic
melody for the deaf
astounding blind artists
who speak till silenced who
no longer levitate for fractures
to wings heal slowly you know
what freedom feels like –
remember?

Clear mind. Vibrant life.
Hope. Opportunity. Beautiful oxygen.

Chagall 2016

A Happy Ending

how often I found her
tucked up in hollows
nestled in whorls
amid swirls
she spun

a pinwheel crazed
in gale wind
alighting where she pleased

now she is upright
safe in fluted forms
amid her friends
secure and alee

Chagall 2016

Sand Dance

One day long
ago I lived
with a senorita
who scored
clave-shaker
duets for money

From the window
I shouted
It appears as if
snow is starting
to fall!

She whispered dryly
Then let’s let it

Chagall 2016

Pendular

Deconstruct me
leave
a wake of
voids

Chagall 2016

Just Saying

They’ve changed
the laws ’round
here so you can
smoke pot as long as you can
prove you couldn’t have been
better off doing something
else elsewhere

Chagall 2016

Alphabet City does not condemn nor condone the consumption of words.

The Pair

She couldn’t
remember which
we’d said we’d want
so she brought both
calliopes as well
as kaleidoscopes how
wonderful they went
hand-in-hand

Chagall 2016

I Think This Is Right, No?

Keep moving
we must follow
every drop of ray
must fall – alight
make truer yet
the glow of our skins

we are all
beautiful people
in sunset

tomorrows
wax deliciously
like sunrise – all new days

that’s what hope
looks like blind
faith keeps coming
long the day after

angle me so
I can watch
the last fade
of the light

Chagall 2016

3 Questions

She started to fall so
I tilted her back to the wall
– just so – that way her heart
wouldn’t break

Some water?
I offered
she gazed through me numbly
a beam between two pairs of eyes too deep
had nothing to hide
she proffered

Is it love
or affliction
she whispered
and isn’t it just
the truest of times?

Chagall 2016

Live Free, N.H.

Not many left who remember
Fourth O’ July
weekends

Semper Fi, 5th Marines Spearhead Division
Iwo Jima

Chagall 2016