Little Bearers
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Maiden Voyage
celestial Pollen
blown from deepest Nothingness
to birth Everything
Berth of a Lifetime (from the Time Capsule)
from looking up
within the shade
of my forebrethren
to casting my own shadow
upon green flesh
breaking ground
till leafless gray
groom’d my breathless limbs
for others to shelter
for inquiring minds to nourish
at my newest splendor
I am at home
Figment on a Thread
I keep returning here
from another dream
knowing what’s
around every next corner
behind every next doorway
beneath every next footstep
but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory
till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been
or have I?
sometime else?
East Coast Sunset
western wax
almost all melt’d away
Flame slowly
blear’d by her umbrage
her final song a miracle
to enslav’d orbs
while Jersey Shore dreams
of tomorrow’s birthday
Siesta for Two
not memory foam
not the fanciest cat tree
just best comfort zone
Isolation
our eyes once
held hands
your footsteps
sunken into mine
o’er
the cold warmth
the beauty
the wonders
of winter’s boulevard
now all
by your absence
be a blur
striking me
colorblind
in all spectra
as my mind
trips
into frozen thought
we are not here
we are
not
Ambush
of her be aware
hawk who espies everything
if you snooze you lose
(This happens– usually just outside my front door– about 4 times a year. It takes a few days for the local birds to resume their activities around the hanging feeder and the ground level water dish.)
loujen haxm'Yor 