New Year’s Eve, I will kiss her at midnight
lips in transition – a reckoning
at the passing between two worlds
and so two times I will kiss her
though I’d be happy with any Wednesday
in May just as well.
© Chagall 2014/2015
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A little bit less than a full flue open
adjusts my burn just right
© Chagall 2014
Let’s all do this once more with feeling,
avoid the sidesteps askew to the point.
I don’t yet have automata down pat
quite enough to divert my mind away.
© Chagall 2014
I do so want to tell you something,
that will make you reach out
across the light, the page plus the miles,
you’ll recall the moment we felt
despite never meeting, truth is the same time
yet a different face for two people
from the same orb rounding the same star,
or do we just fall steady? I forget
which gravitation I’m in on this go-around,
while you’re about me I twirl in wonder, more
turvy than topsy, surely I will find you somewhere
firmly on ground with a strong sudden urge to take flight.
© Chagall 2014
Sweet Sara
I’m slipping
You have let me go
I am confined forever
In this last grasp
© Chagall 2014
From the low part of the land, in the windows at the crest
indistinct figures dance behind the golden glass lit to music
more imagined than heard, I can fog them with frost from here so
they disappear, how I love my crunch in new-fallen snow,
my back angled, face alee, burrowed in a warm woolen muffler,
a straight-away plus a bend away from the smile of your eyes at the door.
© Chagall 2014
When whoever I am shall die,
the need for persistence to be
ceases, without desire to resurrect,
then I can be certain to understand
the love that exists without me.
I am without pain in ceaseless abandon
to the current, regretting when I miss me.
So much joy at the tipping point of sorrow,
my action is my will for us to be timeless.
© Chagall 2014
I read my life
the plot thickens
and pages get dog-eared
How I love the denouement
the prologue, a scan of an index
the year of copyright
Can’t put me down not yet
just another chapter or two
before turning out the light
© Chagall 2014
On a scale
from one to ten
just how good
was that chow fen?
© Chagall 2014
Saltwater frozen
floes dark violet
watch crystals
Aquinas on lust
Venus globally warm
Arctic arrows hunt
stones cut stars on top
en cabochon
© Chagall 2014
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