Adjusting to spring

spring 
quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth

..

Life stretched into words

nature undressed
of the slosh and polish
spring in my breath

white face letters from
starved earth
easy as eyes closed

let loose from how to
fresh sheets for paradise
to begin anew


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Slow sky vision

Around you the stars walk
as still we dream outside ourselves
into moving pictures

Ocean tossed dreams crashing onto rocks
and listening as heartbeats 
turn to an intimate vision
drinking from rivers we run
through the sky



..

The space that is not anywhere

Like great silver prisms
these thoughts return
flowing back into my mind
back to the front of night

where fingers of rain get tangled in
the smooth facade
and bolts of lightning fatigue
the broken moon
trying not to understand

what's there
between the sand
blowing in the sky


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An Account Of Our Surroundings

the tiny anxieties
we know
exist
like dirt painted by
cleansing rain
heard by unseen air

we know them by the ten thousand
scars on dry hills
oceans of single gunshots

bleeding rivers
that tear into forest flowers
as rare as peace
passing the testimony of sleeping beasts



..

Black Snake

uncoiling in a wake
of deepening silence
a lining left in its place
a history time drew out and
erased
 

unwinding held back smiles
quietly spreading forward
behind a curiosity
..

On love

 
And all you see
that I don't

like the delicate dust 
on the rhymes of one heart
drumming a beat to the big sky
...

Of Course

For now, the words look right
between  the narrow spaces
with ends that follow ends

within a frame climbing,
climbing the invisible walls
as we come to be
aware again
suddenly

and these waves that hit, hit hard
and we all can feel what's inside
the flow

..
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A direction opening wide

.
Leaves offer a quiet shadow
bare words
wide open to the new moment
moving faster than lightning
pointing my heart in your direction.

..

on what isn't known yet

Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart

In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy


No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes



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This is our world not to see

Evening in our world
you and I, you and me
not to see
in this sleep beyond the daisy dew
beyond the essence of
looking out
from sensation
into the treasures
that we pretend
not to see

And by daybreak through evening
of days like now
whenever we say never
we are always  moving
deeper together
dancing slowly
to the melodious frequencies of life

..

On strange words

Night opens to you its world
of dark visions
of silence smooth as a statue

and your flesh awakens to the calignosity
with the innocence of a sailboat on a summer's day


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