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September

Starshapes, wide black sky
turn thoughts away
from earth’s cruel and petty
things to dream deep lament
Losses unidentified.
Flutter of wings.

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Moonhorse

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Deer signals begin at dusk with forest edge foot stomp

left right (accented) wait. Observe repeat

Moon hides herself from watchers’ sight

White horse fly dances deking sundogs at play

rides rides all through a moonless starless night

We crouch between stones amid tall fragrant grasses

Witnesses: shadow exchanges of grace and wisdom.

Our bleeding feet tap a steady heartbeat rhythm

marking what it is words cannot convey

This day this day old dawn breaks away

Moonhorse returns this time to stay.

 

Kindred

You, obscure and unknown

lonely quiet inside-looking-outters

bearers of fragile hearts beating earth minderers

early morning vision scribblers

imaginating further world articulators

colourers in darkness

openers of windows

unlockers of doors

shatterers of blinds

unseen dancers in moonlight

reciters of poetry by candlelight

painters of lifebreath on cool basement walls

believers in things that hardly matter at all

hallucinators of Beauty amidst shatter and rubble

You, stragglers lingerers

dreaming humming sudden songsingerers

moongazers stargliders

slow walkers between frenzied hurry-up-or-you’ll-be-left-behinders

seekers wanderers

hitchhikers cosmic giant thumb colliders

rainy night half naked pale horse riders

hopeful rhythmic intoxicated drumbeaters

sometime purple feather and white lily flower eaters…

I love you.

Autumn

  
Two trees

blocked my path today

stopped me on my precious way

put my whole life on hold

when did trees become so bold

all great things I might have done or thought

would not now be forever lost and forgot

had I not met them standing there

had I just simply stepped aside

had I not paused to stop and stare

had I just slowly closed my eyes

I had only to turn away and run

to have escaped tall trees and sun

Oh I could still be swift walking oblivion

had I never stopped for trees.