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hear the surf
the echoing sound
of the salt sea
rolling a world away
until there is water
water everywhere
and there the wet sands
tanging scent on the air
like fresh days
new ways
and across the sand
the small prints
of tiny feet
left as semi-permament marks
a cleft and clew
where light dances
around the edge
of the tripping path
that scrawls along the beach
steps that could be taken
a time now to awaken
and running along that shore
breathe the life
and sing
this is a new morning
this is a new sun
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for a glimpse
the cloth worn
shining sparkle
and jewels bejewel
the drape intentional
garb delayed
the edges worn
but nothing frayed
there before
the wicks asleep
there is a shape
that memory to keep
and though cared for
the soft fabric waits
for a message
for something deep
this is a construction
of fabulous fantasy
that holds breath
for air and air is sweet
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where the winds touch true
there in the dusk of blue
five petals show hue
a flower through and through
basked upon the shining dew
for hope and chance too
dreams are gifts most new
glances as a single clue
arrows as we only knew
the weathered winds that blew
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the string below is taut
and the ribbons upon the tail
twist in the upper currents
of the tessellated fabric
a joyful shape
dipping and soaring
motion most pure
and down down below
there is a small hand
holding the twine
this ethereal line
that holds the sky so tight
to the grassy field
and there is a smile
that goes for miles
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here on hypnotic beach
i have left the prints
of my passing
the sand is wet with surf
and my steps zigging across
the sands wet with the tide
rising and moving across
the water drenched sands
i see the shells
on this beach
in the washed sand
and i look for a white one
the empty home
of some small being
gone for a voyage
beyond that sea
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i would
with finger
on lips
hush and sigh
where dreams would slip
and there
hope flies
winged as a dove
that soaring loves
only the sky
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arbiter
between
experience
and memory
so sweet say
that was the way
the sunset now
upon a day
awesome
feeling
and soaring
upon thermals
beneath wings
that catch the current
beneath the tips
and soaring so
in to the lips
of some graceful cloud
some certain phase
this is a journey
but not a race
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when outside the water drys
i wonder how the park side is
and the merry go round
and teeter totter
are waiting for the suns rays
and the swings are best
the sturdy chains
and i am slung so low
and kicking back
with my feet and leaning
leaning with my shoulders back
i am kicking off
and swinging now
the slow arc
that transit
from one extreme to the other
each moment
going higher
until
until
i desire space
and freedom
and whoosh
i am free
through the air
in the air
and soaring
up so high
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the highest with dormant fire
capped always in finery
surrounded five
like the breath exhale
with no equal
no twin
the purest example
individual
like the falling snow
from the night before
that has covered the teahouse
stopping for the full bodied green tea
in the morning the sun has a sparkle
and ice crystals are like diamonds
the high roof blanket covered
the tea is strong
soaking my palette
a steam bellows is my lungs
and i can see the slope
in the far distance
an affront to locomotion
as the forest below
casts a magnetic spell
and this cold air and snow
can not be as cold
as the ice cave still unknown
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i say classical
the order of the column
from the mainland
of western greece
short faceted columns
holding up the temple
where is the goddess
moving through the doorway
the soft evening light
pours across white marble
and the air is warm
there is a hint of the breeze
there is a hint of the vine
ancient of days
the basis and trade
here is a solemn figure
by the form and dress
white tunic flows
and the vintage old
is poured into the cup
joined rites
a temple for a goddess
a temple for the vine
where is the goddess
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a blizzard between
the snow and ice would show
and streets are slow
and covered so
covered now
with ice and snow
where is a blizzard between
not where i sleep
and warm covers over
my dreaming head
i would dream of this instead
that the summer has returned
with a mighty green sway
and the lawns in clipped order
roll up to the wild fields
and i see the forest doe
stepping from forest deep
and like a quiet trespassers
across the wild field
slowly walks
to the edge of the short lawn
and with darting ear
in constant alert
is disappearing over the hill
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oh unusual day
for inside to stay
and out of doors
the snows fall hard
and oh unusual day
stranger that arrives
this party for
i have found respite
in warm cups delight
and soothe my view
and hearken to
this unusual day
i will not venture out
the snow falls throughout
the winter land
where cold ice stands
upon tree and fence
for another sip
accompanied by a bit
of tea time snack
while i unpack
oh unusual day
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three penny
opera and wheels
kicked up for heels
feeling oh so light
and the clicking strobe
we’re zooming home
and the weather doesn’t care
there past the hope
there past the chance
there past the ghost of a dare
we who were sent for
we who return
we and there’ll always be we
this is not seasonal
this is nocturnal
this is all that we know
three penny
opera and wheels
kicked up for heels
feeling oh so light
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within the hope
there was bliss
a chance at change
a suddenness
the company of long hours
understanding a piece
the unspoke joy
or referenced dreams
i know that joy is what it seems
so whisper this before you fly
that dreams are hopes
but a hope it was
the moving earth stops never now
but revolves
around two separate poles
and ice is cold enough
to freeze those dreams
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secret place
there is a hidden time
where and when i do not know
but there is a waterfall
that fills the air
with charged ions
that fills the air with electricity
and near this waterfall
i stand
upon the spray slick rock
moist and green with lichen
and i have jumped
across many rocks
to stand where i will not swim
and i am close to the falls
where water pours out a sound
and the wet spray
and the loud roar
are in the background
as i realize
i stand upon matter
before matter
and the elements
and the light
from the sun
in late summer
is bright and shiny
and new oh so very new
and i realize now
what i realized then
that there is no world
no world without you
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kindred as soul
no as two
are as one
familiar and distinct
the pathos so we weep
glad tidings so would fall
full familiar
the aspect of a haunted way
the steps traced here
are gone away
and echoes are faintly thrown
to cast enchantment upon this home
for wakeful glances i take again
to wish dreams are sweet my dearest friend
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there upon the vast quiet plain
blue skies touch verdant green
for the wild string unridden
so their wave is among the wave
no echoes yet no thundering rush
but out there among the knee high grass
a prairie an eden a lonely gaze
for if they run they could run for days
and all that would be left in sign
is bent stalks and swaying green
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the weather broke
long long ago
and snow and ice
were melted so
that rivulets
were drops that quickly fled
and running courses
to run for rivers wide
and this is the cycle of the seasons
that warm and hot
becomes cold and slow
the slumbered blossom
unfurls a show
and spring is fast
as it is dear
and this is the bloom
of this new year
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with the pause
there is a tear
the faint shade
of hope delayed
where depths unshown
whisk with current fast
and the sound of sweeping
is a sound that’s passed
the bristles have no value now
but the simple week
they are dry and sleep
in a coma of lost creativity
this is what i say
that the art is there
the dreams are fair
and almost spoken is
almost a dare
so leave the dark night
for restless roads
and if sleep will come
well if it might
so there be the dark
before there is light
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on the occasion
of a dinner tardy
in brusque passing
dangerously current
the night is filled with airs
and staccato syncopation
but all the moving
removes no chill
hearken to the slow slow movement
impresario
with inspiration from
the timing again again
there is no time but then
a sudden to wake
from timeless dreams
they were vivid in memory
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