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BALCONIED TREES

WHEN awakened by a sudden thing as Life
what to do?

i took my mouth in hand and walked down
the mountain to a river. My curious tale
behind me it was the bleat of a sound within
my throat that ragweed spoke.

Never a mystery as the ones i’ve met
have potted the balconied trees upon the
rows of my thoughts.

There! A sparrow that has fallen from
my dreams into the progress of strawberry-
wax lullabies i had once forgotten.

:: 12.21.2021 ::


MUD & PEOPLE

i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
within dripping tears
No, not a monster or sunshine
at dark — so such our mouths
sing, “we know things so wrong”
just like everyone else…
i used a brush upon an ancient
rock to remove the ages of tears
revealing Summer when this
ancient town died : and n0w \
feeling love. Within a moment
we kissed and hugged at home —
then we died.
i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
c r y i n g for anything to remember
we were once alive and living
as a people.

:: 07.06.2020 ::