a view into the evening

Eyeless fish swim about a buried treasure
drowned in the cold sweeping of salt over gold.
reinvented
marine
pictures of
promise washing over speech

a hundred years tug along
and whereabouts now only known
like the sign at the crossing of a road

what if freedom casts a shadow like
a closed window marking the way out
and before we go
reaches through space as
breath dances whole over us and swallows night
and removes everything
floating us back in two into
what love is




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The anti-bophemus shield

unseen as history
existence
like interest or the notion of clouds
  in perspective

  the turns that fade me
into this reflection
save the life present in each moment 




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the dry quality of light

All the light touches
makes this your touch
words parked and left behind 

what was said
delicately learning to believe in nothing
from the vibrating 
moisture of
images swept away like flesh

what is happening is larger than 
nature dreaming
and everything 
lost in the chaos between here and there
is frozen in stone as this silent heart
still vibrates


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Un Meme

Star beam screamers
stream through me and never touch
not greater than love or death
bringing everything
Braced against new life
like the antonym sign

all aligned into this being
with the stars cold
inside a fire

and between blinks the scent of life
the same as space
in refreshing pools of something
I can't remember

There, as slow as the ages
as a bridge returns to a
building, and the dream ends

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current wide atlantic flash image

sunlight remembered at night

lifting leaping
souls stretch past the world
feeling things unknown

peeking at
the dream
we bring each other a new day

as the pillars of night slowly fall
and its arches crumble to the escaping sea




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Caribbean

 

 

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unable to move asking

Embracing a memory of every this moment
   at the borders of   life
like this life
  dark feeling
  healing
the part of our voice without Words  for what this is
  seen  in an imagination of
unable to move asking



If I  shut my eyes 
would you shut your eyes
heads or tails
would our fingers reach out to the end
of the page

slow  torched
  deeply in love with now


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tree space

____ smoke brushed scarlet skies
hand over a quiet hold of breath
like the formula for wind swept trees
to leave shadows
like the sweet path of elements twined together
shaken still visions
laughing at purpose and thought



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 l
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under the eyes

A pair of old moments
you and I
staring at the see back mirror
like big mountains shade over acres of land

Something we are
only dawn understands
leaving remnant red behind
sunday morning's eyes
we are lucky with our
saddle bags full of love

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the day drowns in infinity
with silver plated patience
as winds curl and clear the sky
evaporating  rainfall

All in the language of dreams
all planted in different directions
something to share
to open the evening

and all safely
disappearing into a poem
on air

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described poorly

  the truth
 disguised as poetry

sweet company
longing for love
here
as life cheers 
in  thirsty song
with the face the wind makes
somehow 


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water song

 the night sky lifts high
   silent and serene
the night rain freshly near
its lyrical language on places
like little mountains
all melting into a pleasing song

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born secretly

Cutting open through the sky
night tides fly
up up and regaining balance

  And after the sky
changing
moving between   the lines
  The broken open awoken
emptied selves of ourselves 
 blue and blind as the sky


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