behind all the didn't happens
and never dids
we climbed on in
slightly behind schedule 
but thoroughly aligned 
to the brave new year
and all the rivers about
to grow from trickles

*******

i've forgotten the source
but the wandering water
continues to its end

the surface

sometimes smooth like
the skin i used to
wake up next to
sometimes splintered like
the path i'm on
set with snags upon
sometimes fierce like
the world i'm in
filled with toil and din

the body

sometimes cool like
the hats i wore
when we used to soar
sometimes murky like
the truths we know
but cannot show
sometimes deep like
the hurt we give
then we go and live

the banks

sometimes tangled like
the dreams we grew
but never got to
sometimes empty like
the air that lingers
near my touchless fingers
sometimes lush like
the glow of the heart
finding its new start

i've forgotten the end
but the wandering water
continues from its source

what?

words

spoken

lingering

just

outside

ears

that

never 

hear

 

another's window

the shadows are longing

across the lawn and

the bells in the church

outside my window

are calling out for recess

far away along a river

the birds are making pretty

and the trees are dancing fierce

they banished all the clocks 

and it's the birthday of the moon

***

the reeds along the shoreline are nervous
                               anticipating the season

living in a blur
                     of all the falling moments

         between

clever breezes
                      turning into gales

under sleepless stars
            
           and all the moon forgot

                         the lake is lapping secrets

     far away from the lonely crowded city


 
                      

thoughts in a lake

white faceless sand

watching crisp blue water

leaking over memory

i've ignored the warnings of sages

and tried to climb inside your danger

to dance along your hollow hallway

fiercely stealing your sad smile

floating in the mishigami

dulling the blade of light

sinking under memory

they took you in the time of Lions

fearing your bright heart eyes

wrapping you in dark earth

breaking your tender bones

white faceless sand

watching crisp blue water

slipping into memory

for FGL

i went to the woods.

i am off the grid for a few days.  i'll be writing in the wild and posting later.

august 17th, 1937

the brightest littlest star

grew from twined cities

and floats in this world

tossing grace, love, and

honor from her basket

with a hand of strength

a twinkling firm smile

and all our loving laughter

what Garcia Marquez said to that horrible brain eating disease

tricking through blue fields

of sunshine colored orchids

i live in the warm mouth

of a donkey made for tilling

and the reach of my arms

embraces all the moments 

stolen beneath palm trees

peeped at through keyholes

overheard through thin walls

whispered under street lamps

and devoured in the night

i am dancing now

pressed close to the sex

of 100 rainy Remedioses

i am falling in love again

every day every hour

every moment every now

* * *

grasping at butterflies

while summer crunches

under fleeting footsteps

the peaches glare at me

they know the secrets

i am unable to keep

i've forgotten the names

of rivers running through me

beyond all my busyness

i have a pocket full of crickets

that sing a sad song

every time i tell a joke

---

city
of stone
        cracks
        fissures
seeping steam

under the gray light
of yesterday's rain

city 
of light
       bruises
       pains
tripping shadow

under the heavy stone
of tomorrow's snow

               rooftops
doorways
               windows
fences 
          motion