I see you tipped forward in the columbine
another bird funeral candidate
a mystery death in this messy peace garden
I hesitate to remove you from your last perch
carry out the necessary task—
(melancholy comes too easily these days)
and you flutter, relocate to the cherry tree
its buds just emerging new
sunlight shining through from the east
We pause
Maybe you only wanted me to see you
contemplate your quiet grace🪶
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.
Asking kindly
means nothing
to purring cat
feigning penchant
for Gould
Great Story.
me again—
turn on turntable
turn the page.
Three agreed
most worthy mention–
Calvin’s overtime
eyes milky blind
but presence clear
oh those
memories
three hundred years
past.
Haida girl
eyes dance now
see
Raven circle Moon
between us
no longer strangers
unspoken message
yes I know
the Good Place, too.
If I choose
only paths
you say I should
may I know
nothing
of what’s bad or good?
I must ride
my wild horse
through
open windows.
Come.
Tree left it
for you here
before he fell
crying his
thunderous earthsong
sit erect
eyes open
Listen
for Wind.
Rose
in rainwater
roadside grey mud
cloud fade
petals opaque.
Oh, blossom
flow life red blood
lay flesh pale
surrender to flood.
I am here
message etch
reflection
holding wall
stone bank
water’s edge
reminding lookers
first, existing
I
corporeal, then
presence.
Some try
to find
poet phrases
ex-pounding unique
big diction
coloured fiction
flash rhythm
funky creek
while naturals
glide on.