Son,
I’d step
in front of trains
or off high cliffs
under the blade
and onto mines
to it
softly
lively
out
essentially
die in your stead
Love Mom
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As a samba goes
so does the summer’s
last dance in sand
while surf rolls
muted offshore
in whispers
she hushes you
to quiet small steps
fragrant embraces
and softer kisses
still she waves
a silhouette
in starlight
© Chagall 2014
My dad’s been dead
for many years
yet clearly
it’s his voice
coming out
therein
the static
from the speakers
© Chagall 2014
I sleepwalk all day
and lie all night
Call me
somnambulist fabulist
© Chagall 2014
From the heads of pins
Angel tears fall thimbles’ full
Mourning peace and love
© Chagall 2014
Caught between two endings
I emerge into light
once more
© Chagall 2014
Night lightning strikes twice
Twin souls birthed fragrant with dawn
Ache to breach the edge
© Chagall 2014
Just this very moment
the world’s exhausted
its share of meaningful words
I am desperately trying
to salvage the remaining
few that trickle from the
© Chagall 2014
And in the end
she said you’re my favorite people
You kept things bright when lights were low
you were always there to let me know
Those hard times shared by all
are not so hard at all
O’ what a life!
I remember dancing with you all
a slow dance, a quick step
Strange I never heard
the music change
O’ what a life
isn’t it a crazy life
When everything you know
is still here when you go
© Chagall 2014
I pick ground tubers
orange, white, deep purple,
while my students practice
yoga ’bout the hills
around us
In morning sun and overnight dew
I laugh then cry through the splendor
Prisms of light diffract there
on my lashes beaded rainbows
I close my eyes slowly till I am consumed
by indigo, orange,
white, deep purple
© Chagall 2014
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