I won’t be ruled by clichésnor metaphors of old.The past is what plays.I will not be sold. No matter the past.Call it what you want.“The…
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Please reward me for my deedsJust according to my needs.By this great sky abovelet me bow to you with love.Color me from the start.Mix me…
Comments closedDa da dada. Follow along if you care.Patience with the sundown. Suddenly the glare! Obviously you missed it. Go back and try again.The stars are…
Comments closedThe space betweencan never be heardcan never be seenbut felt. Gravity is heavybut not when asleep.Balance readiesto take that leap. Then off one spinswithout feathers…
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…
Comments closedWas isn’t any more.Won’t know what really is.Historians keep the scorewith a clock without advancing numbers.A stream only adds to the ocean.Outside that has got…
Comments closedI have reached an age where everything seems agedfrom spotted hands to the variety of toe nail.I guess in a lifetime all turns odd and…
Comments closedThe sun hastens the rose.The roots waken the ruby.So it goes with countless poets.Dig them up for gold-rimmed broaches.
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