Archive for August, 2011

They were too close

to breathe; stopped

by all manner of bricks

which pseudo-hit

through the years

or at least, her

so that even though

dancing together

again after a long

passage of time

in satisfactory rhythm

the starry night sky

captured her gaze in

a way more familiar



Flower smiles at sun
Bee arrives for a visit
Nature’s communion

I wish to be

a summer leafy dogwood tree

or the little blue songbird

that might perch on me

or maybe,  just the fly-so-high wings

of the little bird who sings

amidst the leaves

of me, a summer dogwood-maybe thing

then surely I’d soar

through a clear blue sky door

above the sad world of you

becoming the wind and more

higher than higher than high

forever unquestioning why

and free; so free

never, ever again, to die