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flowered parasols
glow pale pink fire
in the springtime sun
their snowflake petals
drift like wounded butterflies
and kiss the rain-bright ground

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what if this
is heaven
where love rains down
on dreaming fields
to feed a soul’s desire

what if this
is hell
where acidic hates flood
shanty-clad plains
to burn flesh bone-deep

what if this
is both
where the ebb and flow
is merely a response
to our intention

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the percussive exuberance
of K-drama dialogue
drifts down the darkened hall
a cryptic lullaby in
rollercoaster tones
leading me past
anxious abstraction
to plush midnight


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Ages

I am not the man
I used to be
not in any sense

I have been rebuilt
a half dozen times
sloughing off my past
for a new shell

Top to toe
each atom
each molecule
has been replaced
like parts under warranty

I raise my refurbished hand
to shade my eyes and
sunlight fires my flesh
with light aeons old

But the iron in my blood
the carbon in my bones
though new to me
predate this blazing sun

My ever renewing form
is a gift from dying stars
birthed of elements
roared into being
at the genesis
of the universe itself

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I have walked

From land to land and star to star
I have walked

Through lifetimes and histories unwritten
I have walked

Learning living loving leaving
One place one life one breathless moment
For the next
I have walked

Though not alone
For with each step each thought each dream-built notion
Through crepe-hung heartaches and clean-scented joys
To lead to follow or simply to be
There has been you

We
We have walked

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sumac, feathered fronds waving, hear it first
autumn’s gentle rapping on the garden gate
put on parti-colored togs to greet the arrival

nearby maples eavesdrop on the reunion
catch half the meaning but all the sense of joy
don festive gloves on five-fingered leaves

sweetgum and dogwood wake with a start
having overslept in summer’s waning sun
leaves blushing with groggy embarrassment

wisteria, in denial, refuses to join the fun
and with tendril fingers in viny ears
will sing la-la-la until their guest departs

evergreen elders tower over the festivities
enjoying the youthful exuberance at their feet
preparing for storms they know will come

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Walking my garden paths
fingers inspecting leaves
snips cutting spent blossoms
I hum a tune born
four centuries past
across continents
and seas

I wonder if the author
as he wove his tapestry
of notes and voices
imagined his music
would live beyond his life
persist through time
as empires rose
and fell

I wonder if he
as the ink dried on
quavers and triads
imagined his melodies
would grace the flower-scented air
of distant gardens
in a land
unknown


 

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