There is no day
for this is timeless
light at an angle
setting the stage
for me and you
The sun just beyond
the outskirts of the dome
casts a gold peach shine
that bakes us warm
I stand observed and seen
apart from any movement
of moments, even they
freeze
So still
one can hear
oneself breathe
one’s own breath
in the space of intervals
there’s lifetime
Let’s wait a beat
let’s bounce about
so ably we abound
round bottomed and bare
Chagall 2015
Outside reading
clouds part
sun-photons come
beaming down
I stare
but for a moment
clouds merge
gray again
I return to the page
residual sunspots
there in my brain
wreak havoc
with punctuation
Chagall 2015
I will kiss your face
while you try not to giggle.
Who’s game?
Chagall 2015
So far from the endless fields
of lavender once called home.
© Chagall 2015
Atop the snow’s dappled sunspots I sleigh
solar flare speeds me downhill
I’ve a tail of ice, steam, mist
and blinding white light
© Chagall 2015
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