Old age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence; I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments. A shade of love lives…
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Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” – Timid and cleansing at first – Bringing voices to one accord Then her…
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Let us be his beautiful losers Like statue we saw today You, kissing my thigh And me, innocently getting excited Yr long hair draping yr…
Leave a CommentWeeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street – Glittering…
Leave a CommentCome and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek – Lone toadstool, blush of…
Leave a CommentI’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun – Changing into colorful shrouds – Lumping from many into one. Their most compatible…
Leave a CommentThe Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly And seems…
Leave a CommentWhat a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca As…
Leave a CommentWhen pillars fail When walls break My angel can bear The unknown weight. If darkness prevails He comes striving To lead me down trails I’ve…
Leave a CommentSee there marches Orion With Sirius close at his feet Tarrying not long in the air To begin the midnight hunt. His quickened breath congeals…
Leave a CommentOh, joy! at the night sky And the wonder it declares. How flirtatious! How they flare – The many stars on high! There’s Castor and…
Leave a CommentLike a sparkling Roman candle – Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon. Oh, what deep purple bells! That decorate the trail along Where pebblestones were swept aside…
Leave a CommentAmple is the rising sun That alights the furthest mountain – A carmine drape upon every hill – Exciting the birds to warble. Ample, too,…
Leave a CommentA milky-eyed mourning dove Sat upon a tombstone – tacit – Inside the grounds of St. Francis To admire a cache betroved. A sentinel’s duty…
Leave a CommentMany-hued pubs bid me welcome As would friends on the street And so does Cromwell Bridge Where long ago we first met. I see the…
Leave a CommentHow capricious it is To follow the tail of a comet And skip across Saturn’s rings – To wade in endless streams – Cloaked in…
Leave a CommentEl Capitan – you are a joint Within the Sierra Nevadas Of punctuated granite – A sentinel of the ages. Sylvestris partition – Beam of…
Leave a CommentOutside, the sun was calling me to come But I refused The sun wanted to know why And I said I was mourning for my…
Leave a CommentYr voice wanders in my mind As yr movements echoes through my vision That I see with my eyes closed I feel yr touch though…
Leave a CommentI don’t know about cornflowers But I promised to write a poem about them No, I didn’t know that they are native to Europe I…
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