(2013)
Composed 2 February
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
