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What I’ll miss 

 

This is a photograph 

A window to the past 

 

A reflection that can last 

Freedom is not nothing 

To do it’s doing everything 

And nothing at the same  

Time and when there is nothing 

To do it’s knowing very well 

How to do nothing 

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Rats!
Dolphin
Wind-veins
& Constant rains
The land never changes
It will remain the same for ages
Ancient waterfalls in invisible castanets
The animals hidden from the winter or regrets
Conifer trees never leave- year-round and oh so soft

Deciduous-hard- slow growing and dense- ripe for burning
Salt spray and soils acidic- beach pea- nutrient poor moisture regime

Creeping Juniper- Ericaceous shrub- graminoids and Reindeer Lichens

Twenty-three types of lichens encompassing the Cladonia crispate

Frequently sub-mesic and ranges through xeric to subhydric
Pink Crowberry – Alpine Bilberry grow on barren rocks

Gnome Fingers and Shiny Gray Horsehair Lichen too

Frizzled Pincushion Moss and Dwarf Huckleberry

Cinnamon Fern on the thin veneer of glacial till
Coastal depressions left from ageless time
Leaving similar depressions in mind
Gritty Pixie-cup Lichen, Periwinkle
Cancer borealis- Jonah crab
Shamrock Orbweaver
Melospiza melodia
Oyster-thief
Red Fescue
Bluejoint
And you

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Cake 

 

A perfect place in the universe 

Handed down through the clouds 

Cheering on something new 

 

Speaking in tongues since Tuesday 

Here’s a gift I give to you 

Holding nothing back. I do 

 

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                        A Night’s Sky

 

The stars don’t all

come out at the same time

All the light needs time

to figure out its way

     it takes time

to know the sky

We rush and want

all the stars

            at the same time

We live and share

but never ever

      can we see

         The world through

another’s

eyes

 

We sit and share

and live and

            hold hands

on the same ocean shore

Yet never know

another mind

another mind

   we never know

   we never know

And the stars show up

one at a time

like all our good luck

piled up high

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Full Circle

 

Inhale

Exhale

The sounds of nature’s breeze when I sigh

It’s come full circle

Like a necklace of gemstones

It goes on and on and on and on

 

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In Memory

 

I am

Where I belong in the black winter darkness

Of the forest full moon sky

Christ crimson blue aesthetic prevails

It’s already written on the wall

Written on the grave

From day to day

Sails across your mind- breathed across rivers

Through waves of time

All already done you just have to sit back

You don’t need to rehash just take it fact by fact

The simplest moments make momentous movements

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This Place is a Very Fine Place to Be

 

Like a palimpsest our records show

Seeking silence we go below

All at once and in between

All at once and in between

All at once a painted picture of the past

Made to last - laid over layers of time

Sentience intertwined

This New World is burning

It’s folding

It’s rotten

It’s gone

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Silence is as silence does

It is not a creaky chair

Or a sigh

The smell of cooked meat

Or the bubble of Champaign

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Oh God what kind of animal

            Do I want to be?

One who leans on park benches

Or swings through trees

Should I be that sort of animal

God won’t you help me please?

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Oh my God

What kind of man

            I want to be

Walking in from the street

Oh my God please please me

Tell me what kind of man

                        To be

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In the middle of these

Broken down lands

Change comes knocking

No more

 

We will wilt below the weight

The random accusations

Of storms at your door

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