Flower with Parasol

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stroller in bloom
with her garden folk

soaking up
the freshness
the beauty
‘neath th’ eyes
of a fair day

flaunting
her showy threads
her modern freedom

she’s at home
and looking good

Forecast?

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a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea

‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?

or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?

Time

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for Itself…
slower than Silence

never born
never dying

hatching
virgin Emptiness
to fire and rock
to breast-feeding seas
to roots and lungs

till all becomes ash
fertilizing                                         
hatching
fortuitous Newness

but
for Us…
faster than Light

Day

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a rib
from a cage of Night
borrow’d
cast
into the breath of Stars
a Sun to birth
and bridge th’ Eternal Clock
‘twixt Dusk and Dawn