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it fills the space between constant whether sorrow or spirit bright

becoming painted with the light of the morning 

or darkened by tempest turning 

inward looking 

random or not so 

these bubbles dust the landscape of everywhere 

driving in the between

like a train roaring 

a thunder distantly heard against the tide of the ordinary 

thoughts

spin out 

or hold upon a task 

a treasure 

a tease 

a terror 

filling the space between this intimate dust mote travels the cosmos
to alight upon the faraway 

the forever moment 

the tender tendril of leaves outside a window 

the fire of some sparked ember 

burning 

learning 

leaning 

into whatever world we create 

whatever paradigm of shine

a river of consciousness streaming out 

cascading between walls & worlds 

from freedom or fear 

taking  on the 

colors of 

our birth 

our death 

our feathered aliveness untarnished tarnished 

thoughts 

thoughts to words to images to moments to light 

an axis within 

within 

all darkness damning 

dust motes of thoughts
       to light 

never saw you coming & it might have been the fluffier one

 

i stood on a porch with a red floor and turquoise ceiling 

looking into walnut eyes bewitched 

and chose you 

from two 

         (you who were for her & the one remaining) 

         (not me) 

         (i don't need anyone)

my eyes were bewitched 

my tongue enchanted somehow 

never expecting 

i chose you 

you who would take my heart out day by day 

piece by piece

& wear it as your own 

you stood in rain as penance for anything less than perfection 

yet you were perfection 

never expecting you would take my heart out into the rain 

where it would become golden open to 

magic 

i stood on a porch with a red floor and a turquoise ceiling 

and you choose me 

wish you were here

greetings!

you should see you from here 

because you are paradise 

nine million years

along the wide & shallow 

cranes come 

ballet under kaleidoscope skies 

warming winds warming 

predictable 

precise 

two months 

       now 

              kettling 

foretelling a departure from this golden valley 

 wild & waiting for Spring

      to fly 

the barred owl, the boy and the cat

the day has such a funny tint 

to it 

pink & grey & pink & grey 

no clouds 

to the barred owl 

perched 

watching the pink & grey day come on to light 

lighter 

watching for prey 

any small tiny movement 

any small waking 

this funny tint day to waking boy 

under stars & planet quilted thick 

pink & grey
his dreams reflect the coming sky 

lighter 

watching his own tiny movements 

tiny movements toes to fingers to blinking eyes 

to yawning 

small waking rising rising 

pink & grey this day 

the cat sits
attentive & curled upon stars & planets 

one turn of his silky head
watches an owl perched out the bedroom window 

one turn watches a boy rising 

one grey 

one pink 

all his contentment found in this day 

pink & grey 

botrychium lunaria

peculiar paradox

spring drops a hot sun 

to melt 

water from ice on 44 million years of rising 

expectant green tendrils tremble in thrill & tender

breaking thru 

to cup the sun 

a thousand meters above the sea 

bees to blue to bells 

spring 

mercury on your doorstep

mercury is wearing a flocked coat of iridescent starlings always late she bends to the dinner table where winter wheat sprouts across the blue velvet tablecloth that is a river of carelessness dotted with pods of pelicans white white drinking earl grey from tiny china teacups                                                                     a young star pressed against mercury's heart cries to the chaos of the dark