UNBOUND TXT
Beauty is but sheer veil over the lite & what smithing renders dull against its calling beacon.
Misnamed a sin is any joy 4ever surprised but taking 4 granted its harmony with creation.
Ah, this moment ur head is in the clouds without faith or the power 2 refuse.
Saw you bounce out this a.m. Troop in the paradox-the fruit of knowledge is love. Rucksack, heavy, buoyant stride, plant the seeds that lite the world.
Sky clear & kid in red shoes pitching in spring 4 fathers & sons & their gentle ghosts.
Jaded May, pink satiric rouged on wax cheeks, this day surprises itself with memory of the green kingdom of youthful summer just won.
Heard the bobbin spun with chords not by crones but dancing stars. Rejoice @ reminder of the song, on ur birthday twirl & sing along.
Robin vested in red carries no robe 4 spring. Thus we know a joy surprised tells a fall & gifts unnoticed-the habit of the angel.
A silhouette of geese stenciled on the deepening sky, their calls awakening prophesy of exile’s end.
Madam B-hummingbird kissing a bird of paradise flower. Illusion in a kimono? But whose? Or lyricism of love thru ages?
Let me comprehend nothing so each announcement is a whisper trusted only 2 the beloved.
Should ur laughter last nite be last breath, surely the gates of heaven will open, as surely they did last nite so heaven could tune its chorus.
Since joy is r revelation, we seek high color freshly waking, but @ last resolve in unity. Pitch has promised more & will be lamented.
SUNSET: No 2 lite unstained by love, tho this be gain. And twice no 2 clarity, tho it prove to be remains.
The world & who knew a starling that takes 1 robin 4 spring calls like a cockatiel? City fringe-as u dream it, let it be.
Not enuf time. Not enuf hands. Only in heart have u received a surplus. How shall u keep up with it?
LILYS-these have been pulled from the underworld bereft of choice. They slept in psalms & now among answered prayers they rue sated grief.
AMOROUS OTTERS: They might pity us our buttressed clinch so tipsy-seas couch them. & we their voice, save the moon’s verse-truer than tongueless cello.
The moon rose in autumn colors. I imagine a rapture of dreams following it around the world, a tide 4 the unrealized joining us all.
Oh yes! Roused from sleep by full moon setting. Quick to the deck. Tis the moon festival. Sunrise, moon fall. Balanced between, swing ur partners.
I should know better, all the time I could count if it was worth the bothering. But 4ever entered this summer evening. Look- in the vestibule each sense left open.
The fog rolled back late, admitting gentling dusk lite. Tonite, trees will dream a starry orchard we may harvest in sleep.
Auburn flower, how do you play this shy note on ur flagrante trumpet?
MORNING DOVE; this one will never sing praise 2 flight, forced, it’s strain & protest. From her psalms 2 perch & loam & sad farewell 2 love lost aloft in thin air.
Be4 u leave to dig ducats from the ground, won’t u find with me a tree whose crown in constellations is singing what heaven taught the seed?
2 crows @ the bird bath. Fond looks from hangman’s eye. Summer. Gallows humor would coo 4 caw & sing the lark.
Sigmund, a word. Oedipus & Electra, but what of rain tuned 2 fill the green ear with 1st love & sweeten jaded heart with constant prayers? What so sows the whirlwind?
A star lite and bright to steer her by. Mermaids were manatees. Taylor, use this 4 the inseam of ur heart’s sea legs. Wake 2 fair shores.
WATER CLOCK
HOOFPRINTS OF THE SATYR
CREATURES IN THE ALPHABET
PSALMS & PROVERBS
PROMPTED TITLE
ENCORE
Dust 2 dust itself undoes
By rending lyric 2 lyric.
Song that sang us echoes yet
Singing us again.
Thankfully the angel does not
appear
It would end promises in emptiness.
So too fervor over peace
Firmament faithful to
creation.
Holy night.
FOUNDER’S ROCK
Zen garden.
Life superfluous to the
event.
Setting moon globe, ocean
horizon.
Yet desire
Existence superfluous to the
event.
Shrimp stranded by the
trailing tide.
