To Sons And Daughters

I open a book and
a new life begins
as I turn the pages
my fingers crease
and soil the parchment
Can books read themselves?

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Play Ball

Suddenly the sun came out
and I knew it was spring.

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The Day After

Out of windows fell
our companion sea
it grasped and clasps to the
layers of earth around us.

begin the recording
of train sounds calling out
resolved to make headlines
in the early edition
from the back of the movie house
observing the process of everything again
and all the kings are the kind kind.


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A poem for everyone.

New light warms melting ice
and the old chill is gone.

This is flying, gathering smiles
visible lines

An advancing nature
and the mind jumped over the sky.


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The Path That Ever Was

slowly
up the steps moved a tired heart
in dream sounds towards restoration

thanks to a soul nearby
on the path that ever was.


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Nothing At All

I write on white leaves
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.


I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.



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The Thing I'm Best At

is daydreaming about you.


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The Way You Are Lifts Me Above Everything

gliding high
above the trees

soaking up the
silvered light
warming the seas.

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Helicopters

What is happiness
hidden by the solar sky

pinched sugar held
in the high endurance of light breathing

we escaped standing
our feet aired

in a solar song our song
in a ditch pitched high zero to the bones .


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One Summer's Day

A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.

plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.


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I Hope We Make It

Eye Opening
Grown by degree in rows and aisles
if they were events people would forget they are there
where they are
in a country right as rain speaking change we are different we work on pace with computers faster than the stress of sweating bullets breathing in
to air mattresses and blow up dolls.

In no parents land a blackmailed god feared letting the juice drip
but children put up with floods and grown women on farms we designed
and they do the best we can
we'd be dead otherwise.

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On seeing the morning star again

 

                                    I saw of late the morn star
                                    above green horizons
                                    floating in sky blue 

                                    Like a flame it
                                      showed
                                       and like a flame
                                        I watched it go out 
                                         as the sun rose.

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