a work in progress

i would find you
between sun-dried flowers
spent, tongue rolled back

from screaming at the top
of your lungs
hoping to get my attention

forgive me
if i am waddling these days
with my head buried
in numbers

i miss seeing you
in colorful shirts & hats
peeking from wherever

your fancy takes you

but when i am alone
in a silent
and reflective mood

you come
unbidden, unchecked, unfiltered

knocking me out
of my city comfort

you are the stealthy driver

of this imaginary car
bringing me drops-

a green spiraled tendril   
a phrase left beside my teacup
a stitch of a fading memory

i gather them
into my pockets 

lined by moon dust

trusting time
that old gardener
to tend what lies unseen
beneath the page

and you
arrive-
ink, insight, the inglorious beat

of something
i knew before
but somehow forgot

you place it here
an open palm
and i am blown away

by the thought
that my <best> poems

are still walking
toward me

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secrets of the moon

the night draws its own
delicate calligraphy on velvet sky

the flock of birds follow the invisible
lines, bows and arcs 

i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch

the breeze of winter ice & maple trees-
what is hollowed, whitened out blank page

expands and surges out with fullness-
though i try, i can never grasp 

the moment's infiniteness 
the perfect arrangement of words

and that may be a good thing  
lost in mystery 

you rub stardust on my palms
and whisper your secrets 
                                        to the moon



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A Poet's Rhapsody

I.

A poem is a raindrop in mid-
                                          dle of my run-
ning thoughts, a riddle at
                                       tip of my tongue-
                    a symphony of fleeting words-
a flash of white wings above trees-



II.

A poem is you
                       between heart-
                                              beats-
      -core, mantle, skin  -
                       shadowing move-
                                               ments-      
I run
Not to trap you in the page  
But hurl you back
                       to starless & moonless
                                                sky-



III.

A poem is roar
               sound searching in its intensity
                                 amplifying thunder run
               reaching climax
only my ears 



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