Poems |
Nevertheless
Never-
Is a quick drop
Off a tall cliff
to draw back from-
The-
mind can't comprehend
Its minimalistic
constraints
Disguised as holding onto
something safer-
Less-
Is more than nothing
Though not yet
grown to luxuriance
Baby fronds on an
off shore island
not yet
sailed to-
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Destinations
What's this destination
And how can I find it
And by what means-
Can I use your body to steer by-
The blue in your eyes
A whole sky
The causeways and rivers with their
strong currents and surreptitious whirlwinds
catching there
Can I feel my way over the fire from the
fissures your earthquakes create
Can they teach me how to get there
Can they warn me of the real Pacific
and its roughness
Or do I have to circumnavigate it all-
banking into small atolls of
clearer
calmer water-
Coral protection
breaking any threats-
coming from the bigger sea-
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Cut Glass
Almost
transparent
A lake
glass-like cut
and
Land-
scaped sections of inlets
big or small
below her floating-
As if surveying
from a distance-
Life could be seen
as more than just chance
could rupture through her layers
of muscles, skin and bone
to that heart
exploding-
Creating
An almost hang
glider urge
insid(h)er-
to merge with
the elements-
Before fading to
a paler color
than she had
once imagined-
and then
letting
go-
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Soaring
Blue
above clouds
Like us
Blue
beneath too
Momentous
And just
an inland
horshoe lake
that mirrors
my breath intake
In...out...
An absolute
(not) shout
No,
a steam that turns to
gray/white plates of ice
that flake off into
what must be the edge of this
Green-
land-
ic
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Red
Red raked through
all the other colors
Turns gray
loses face
loses grace
Alone
It seeps up from the desert dust
Like blood or lust
And drown things in its path
And makes them quiver-
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Withered signs
A dried up slithering
underneath the desert weather
A camouflage-
As some signs snake
and some signs vanish
and into some bright icy night
some might find
these withered signs
connected to the stars
like dot-to-dot.
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