Alphabet City

I feel
all the sadness
of the world

cc: Chagall 2021

Anybody want to
start a circle?

I've never been
in a circle - 
what would we do?

Is a big
or a small
circle better?

I know we spend time together,
discuss the weather,
and the whether or not
around that which
we circle

Do we smile,
do we frown,
do we ever know
the one on the other end
of the arc we cut in the circle?

At any angle, to any degree,
there is beauty in the geometry 
of any circle formed

I've never been
in a circle 
 
cc: Chagall 2021

the imperfection of the green bottle
is more precise than any words 
to describe it

the contents 
of the bottle 
shake just enough 
to make waves in my mind
albeit how tiny

I throw thoughts like darts
from my bullseye-out 
to any errant arc

aren't we the pair,
I and my thoughts and I!

I stroke the cord,
they relax, collapse 
into a coil
to better reel them in

to feel them
in total dark
to discern shapes
(any form will do) to exit 
the nil 

we revel
at the wet 
engulf

and ride the tide home
in free-fall , asleep back-to-back
with nowhere to go 
now but forward

would you like
the green bottle?

hold it without word,
scream it with no sound,
keep the shards should it one day 
fall and break

be careful
the cuts

cc: Chagall 2021

Your berth, how you propel,
and the arc of your exit radius,
determine if you make the turn

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I didn't think it was that funny when I said it,
but my imaginary friend could NOT stop laughing

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Scant sunrays through slats
Her orchid blooms after years
God's will tucked away

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My prayers are not specific,
they are more generally buoyant

cc: Chagall 2021