Blind Love

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though my eyes never born

when the rain from thy words
laps upon me

the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination

with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow

and I am awash with Light

Happy Mothers’ Day

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from thy wombs
spring forth all futures

and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal

Tripper

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mini vacation

knowledge for one’s enjoyment

with laid-back wonder

Outside

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old stomping grounds
of our forebears
ere cement supplant’d forests
ere the wind became trite

no wonder
our instincts
not born of fables

so for now
with even more acute
eyes and ears
will we savor these ventures