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Sunset

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drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea

her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow

whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World

brook

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

clouds

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changelings
of Lower Heaven

who listen
to th’ eyes below

who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears

till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep

Crane of Paradise

Seductress
of eyes athirst

of lovers faithful
to Truth

of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life

Winter

polar mist
upon me descends

my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate

to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave

till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring

mystic dandelion

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be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

vulture

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wings on waves of wind
silhouette circling the sun
dare my other eyes

one breath

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winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters

with ease or burden
matters not

so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails

so be our time fulfill’d

Aurora

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

lovers of animal lovers

“Yasus!
Hello!”

from opposite sides
of the world

drawn
connect’d
family

if only
for an instant
in a lifetime

“Thank you!
I’ll take that treat now.
Efcharisto!”

spindrifter

Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

heath

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descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

ducklings

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belly of feathers
the feel and the smell of Mom
till we can solo

tree

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time’s been good to me

my hide
though bronz’d
by the seasons
manicur’d
be crawlers and flyers
and autographers
still holds fast on firm feet

generations
of admirers
of passing glances
have I outliv’d

and might someday
my leaves never reawaken
your memories
your snapshots
be bless’d
for making me immortal

rest stop

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sharing big bird rock
with a smaller bird whose wings
must flap thrice as hard

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