Calm and Clear Reflections

The kitchens homestyle red and blue tin cans,

A ceramic bowl. .

Let shouts of joy drown out the commotion holding tight to the day.

Why can't I grow old, lazy, hazy, and ripe.

I like you so much better when you are just my friend.

River with river clasp ... more

The Swimmer

A golfish swimming weakly

with a lazy curve and swirl.

The song of triumph has has began.

Staggering beneath the weight of

the water, shivering, but knows not

why. It just softens, mellows, without

fear.

Crown the World

Through windows on a snowy path

to home on winters night, all the burdens

I have carried, the strife is over, the battles done.

Oatmeal, oranges, gumbo, and chocolate drops.

Small bells that tinkle on a pair of golden mice,

sadly grow light as blossoms ... more

True State

A priest in a simple orange robe

who walks his silent way.

His spirit is willing, and his flesh is weak.

The pathway by my feet is worn.

The leaves of the trees rusted down. .

The jointed stems of a small hosta

in slender lines, sticking out ... more

A Journey

I name the color green or brown or blue or red,

Out of the woods I come.

A journey soon or late.

Theres a freshness and a goodness that extends

to everything, from memory or what Ive read.

Each thing that I can find must pass within the

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Living The Part

The yellowed pages of a book through which

someone pores.

The victories now begin. what is left for us

save in growth, where a pleasant life can be

lived.

Old letters bearing marks that trace the past.

Steal forth in the street and grocery store.

A ... more