i don't know if I can;
but i will

i walk into the grotto
by moonlight
near my mother's house.
it is winter
and the rainy season
in the Pacific Northwest,
but there is bear sign
and the neighbors
have seen Him lately.
I know him by smell
and he keeps his distance,
but the wild thorns
are closing in
while my mother and i sleep,
and the blackberries
have the pear tree under siege.

it takes time
for my eyes to adjust
to the dim light
and I see
the thorns are thin and lovely.
i touch them lightly.
their husks split open
and bear tough small seeds.
the blackberries cling to Me
when I bow to them
and bare me sweet dark fruit.

apotheosis

annuals
sleep in the soil
for one season only
thrust like spears
the first few inches
pale green and Perfect
knee high
touch the sun
and crown themselves
with fierce Beauty

the middle way

the setting
sun
between
two trees
leaves
half in shade
half in light

"Real Change"
a newspaper sold to benefit
the homeless in Seattle

e pluribus unum

the blue man says march
the Red Hand says halt
the signs are loud but Subtle
and no one Sees
eyes downcast in disgust
some have forgotten their Father
smiling like serpents
some curse their Mother
i hold out my hand
six lights behind Me
and two Lights before me
I stand in darkness
gathering rain
One in three hundred

for Ivan

frost on the grass
a good day for training
fully nude
with bare feet

trout fishing
for Ivan

i stood in
up to my neck
just for us to know
how deep it was

you smiled
at such a sally
from the bank
unafraid of deep water

but too short
to go
all the way in
through no fault of your own



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welcome....

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very poetic ~ hope you share more!

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