The leader fell off the ladder.Going up or down. Does it matter?He missed a step and couldn’t stop.It was his arch. An awful lot.The day…
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I am not a stickI am not a ballI am not a swingI am not the stick that hits the ballI am not the swing…
Comments closedI close my eyes to hear you sayI’m here but you’re not there.Is this the game you like to play?One with eye not ear? Let’s…
Comments closedWinding winding winding.Are we going up or down? Greenery all over.Up the mountain down the valley. We look at each other.Is this where we’re to…
Comments closedPine after pine winding down.Driving then walking.How tall they are.Some of them with broken limbs.My Love runs ahead.I catch her by a brook.Her hands quiver…
Comments closedWhere did this poem come from?Great minds young and old.The vague dream and the bold.A fugitive on the run.A gift of water running dry.Oddities mentioned…
Comments closedIf there’s no thing there’s something.Don’t believe that and you’re out.Leave space for eternity.Don’t be just a shout. What angle has the sky?Do angels need…
Comments closedThere’s no time without eyes and ears.Tell that to the worm who suddenly appearsstretching his body at the end of a rainto a wandering point…
Comments closedSo much is unclear.The winter snow?No, I’m OK with that.Snow in the Winter?Will it fit?Why sure. It might even drift into late fall and early…
Comments closedHe knelt on me to the end.In fear I won’t pretend.He knew me on the slythat if I got up he might diewhen I was…
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