4.29.2014
opening to you
listening for your
voice
silent as rain on
my windows
hushing as wind
behind my eyes
out of the corners.
there.
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4.28.2014
watch me watch
watching to see
if the world still
likes
you and me.
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4.27.2014
rake tines pull back
at muscles unused
since winter’s pall
pine needle piles
aerating the ground
beneath
while warm winds
open cells and call
forth a keenness
a good ache borne
of honest labor tugs
the heart forward.
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4.26.2014
doggy’s nose waits
just outside the door.
say the word walk
and he is up eyes
round and ready.
my son waits at the
door for his love
to bless their move.
say the word yes
and his eyes will fill.
something lies just
around all corners
where we wait yet
unseeing for a word
that will open us.
4.25.2014
the picture window picture
flows straight out of my
catalog of dreams
images of amber waters
winding out amongst
the wooded tree lines
while soft angled sun
filters in from my upper
right
as if currier left ives back
at the store, so that he
could add in
the color.
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4.24.2014
faces around tables
that don’t listen
faces that relate
the passing time
faces who once upon
the once were children
faced that have paused
only to rhyme.
faces of the aged
and forgotten
friends who knew
the way once, way
back when
faces that will pass
away eventually
come to hear their
echoes now again.
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4.23.2014
wandering wandering
the house seems vacant
as if meaning took
a powder when the
book was finished
like having a
baby who then
grows up and says
bye bye without
actually saying it
gone. empty. space.
out into the world.
let go.
missed.
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4.22.2014
not now, I said
I don’t want to
think about it
now.
now, she said
the time is now
and if it’s not,
not.
so I went with
it.
smart choice.
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4.21.2014
when I was young
I prayed for a red
Columbia bicycle
and for the mean
kids to leave me
alone.
I didn’t know that
You paid attention
to the big stuff and
thought that maybe
You didn’t care
until you touched the
big stuff in my life
underneath, within,
around
that pushed, pulled
and graced me
onto new paths.
I loved that bicycle.
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Easter Morning
Hallelu-jah.
Hallelu-jah.
Hallelu-jah.
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