wind
I already know
you have enough
intricacy, delicacy, complexity
to fill me for a time...
that spans not more
or less than the infinite
reaches of a moment
or eternity. |
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inner passage
my ship yaws and pitches
i feel sick from the sea
but at one again
with elements and thankful
for the shore,when i return to it
today it dawned on me
like Northwestern light through foggy haze
playful in its chaos
bringing momentary revelations
i shoulder sand
each grain a silicon gem
or so i thought
but bits of shell reminded me
made me hunt for metaphor
and blame the gods for imperfection |
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new but old
last night i had paper dreams
my sky folded
its clouds neatly tucked
our baby like a turtle
with ridges creased softly
smiling from her shell
but when i woke
there was no origami
my books stayed books
my notepads were flat and square
and i yawned for art
in another way |
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