Once boxed
Deep in the midst
Of falling leaves
Winter fog
Floats off our coats
Baring shoulders
Morning coffee
The night grows longer
Still hungry
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Night Walk
Journey by moonlight
As it spills through the highway
So many boulders
Yet,
The river finds it’s way.
The blues
Blue balloons
Drift to hide,
Covered up in
A blue sky,
Shimmering,
Burning under glaze,
Brush strokes
On a vase.
Silent night
Cold moonlight,
Solemn grasshoppers,
A dog barks
At his own echo.
Tradition
Ancestral farm
Children sort stones,
Good from evil
Dry Fountain
Old haunt by water
My shadow slips,
Fall to starless night
I’ll walk your footsteps
Steal them for mine.
Now and then
Now and then-
A pleasant tide and day
A hand through those curls
Finger across the atlas
Swirl away and away
That lock of hair
Now a compass
Now a star drawn map
Do you see?
Now and then, a possibility?
Early Rains
My shadow the only shade;
I run home to open windows.
A crow laughs over seven lanes
And flies seven streets,
A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.
The airs cool when the lane dips,
And soft rain drips glass buttons.
Spiral of Alchemists
You within me braiding my blood
Don’t kill sleeping thoughts
Until you can carry their universe;
The soul of fire, the fire of soul in you-
Programming the programmers.
Fire cloud
Forests,like clouds,
Are very slow fireworks;
The densest part of a dream
Is when there’s nothing left to feel.
