Keep the Light (On)

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Golden mornings may come‬
‪but for now‬
‪Full moon’s shining ‬
‪get some sleep if you can‬
‪and stay safe in the glow…‬

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Mapping

imageBuilding cairns out of stones and leaves

and bits of trees forest sea debris

everywhere I go I leave a print a hint

shred or shadow a little piece of me

i may have said once long ago invisible

is the one and only honest way to be

but i must have left a door ajar

perceptions change I’ve travelled far

what i feel is real is it’s alright if when

my time is past a stranger or almost friend

finds among fragments along life’s path

remembrance of the presence i once wore

In Memory of The Woman I Never Knew Whom I Have Known All My Life

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Her house for sale now

real estate sign face down on the lawn

implies more than declares

No one, I think, has checked for days

She has gone from there

I don’t know when

We mind our own business here

in quiet neighbourhoods

No matter we exchanged no words

I honour her now—-trespass sometimes required—-

I honour her now

stand before her house absent of her there behind the drape

I step across her early morning lawn

photograph this birdbath in spring sunlight

imagining she loved it once

enough to place it precisely there

equidistant from window and sidewalk

the private the public

and we smile our smiles

Talk is not needed here

the water has all gone to vapour.

 

 

Pages from a Three Quarter Life

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Let us talk of death

for that’s what’s on our minds

We can talk of all the details

examine all the different kinds

It’s on our minds

It’s on our minds

Let us talk of loneliness

what happens in between

We can revisit all the sorrow

tell each other what it means

To be alone

To be alone

Let us talk of possibility

what we meant to do or say

We can talk of all the little things

that got into our way

We really cared

We really cared

Let us talk of all the changes

how different we will be

We can write all our ideas

in a special book of reverie

So we can read

So we can read

Let us talk of love again

and what we think it means

We can talk of human theories

following our dreams

When we agree

When we agree

Let us talk of death

for that’s what’s on our minds

We can reminisce the good times

rewrite replay rewind

We’re out of time

We’re out of time

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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