Seeds of Everything

where swans flap not their wings
where waters keep no shadows
where eyes see nothing

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Heart

every silence has a heart
so does every stone
some peel with time
some need a hand

Shadows

on the wing of this boat
behind your strewn words
shadows in silver robes

Squirrels

squirrels in a basket
shadows long for skies
caves coiled in bellies
munch on pin-hole rays

Pebbles

pebbles on a rustic eye
dophin leather on one
paired to a wrinkled bone
I land from Mt. Cloud
enroute to Dolphin bay

Someday

someday, memories will move
on fine turtle backs
who nailed our skies

someday, your words will come
in the woodpeckers’ ink
which wrote your song

Fences of Time

he dug them straight
fences of time
with granite hands
fences of time
no shadows to bend
no stars to spare

Transposes

the lamps croak
their only short hymn
to limp into their buds
where only age dares
wit snug in its egg

Footsteps

footsteps, they tap my mind
footsteps, on the grooves
inches of sounds, snowflakes
bundles of drizzles, yesterdays

Sparrows

sparrows; wore my feelings
in echoes, squeaked my reason
they robbed scraps of my heart
into grey valleys of time

Fires

Fires, they blew sirens
Stones, uncreased in prayer
Fences, in unfolded black
Leaves, trace crude airs

Thoughts

thoughts are not born
grey dolphins in time
up from snake-holes
into clouds’ firm door

Timeless String

hands wrung, long pauses

meditate on a timeless string

creased legs, woven fates

Haves and Have Nots

beaks, nudge time off cliffs
into arms, the skies made
roots, roll ambitions into hearts
for desires, the coats hide

Pages

memories shrill, floated violins
floated her words, oysters still
doors proud, on a half-lit path

Time

yellow in swirl, whisper in blue
when silence wears new folds
eyes in green, row over stars
flash a dream for the orange

Stripes

stripes, lay thoughts
creases as sands wear
stripes, wave memories
elastic as mountains dare

A Wish Not to Change

let me nail this color in my eyes
till every color breathes in it
let me read this darkness
till every light sprouts forth
let me stay on this ground
till it becomes my world

Pigeons

twenty and three pigeons
on arms of uncertain branches
had no arms to stop the doubt
browless in wit, glum in gossip

Ends

wispy memories, swoop raw and deep
claws of gravity, spin lines in blood
love in moonshine gay on its old paw
a planet of nights, on bones I know not
ends I hold, carry lines raw and deep
too cold for knots, so far for thoughts

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Shapes

then he waxed those roses
till they lit the crooked shades

pruned stories, oiled memories
painted distances in neat vials

Fences

fences, they went up in smoke
perforating my glowing doubts
the fence I sweated to defuse
had but barbs of the wired mind

Yesterdays

yesterdays stole my shine
to flaunt their windy pride
I wear no coat for smiles
but buttoned by same dews
each morning, every morrow

Corners

paint them if you will
nailed with your groans
bowls of time on the sill
clock’s tick, fishes moans

Thoughts

a new thought
now it limped over, green
eyes blown, puffed intents
a quiet cloud, a serene dragonfly

Voices

voices they twirl waters
no hooks to keep ears
carry my parched mind
in corners I live not

Wedges

the moments I wedge
on these fine grooves
sculpted on vintage palms
hang on a tenuous shine

Dream

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Pigs they oinked till late
Their mother’s scent wafted
Smoke rings up the air
Moon gave a sigh under the voices
They had no night to dream

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