poems.live

DingEyelids partFlooded, an instant of blue lightflight and pipe dreams,and ambition to beanywhere but homeForgotten ventures, words, evenlike liberalism, and words like venerateand Bolshevization and youthHow to do long division?What else am I forgettingas I recycle cardboardand communities burnas I listen, find faint whimpers Perhaps this is agingBecoming timeDoors close

It’s all coming togetherCoiling, from the outside inSilken strands knotting ropeBlonde is in MoMA nowDropped, cool into dry eyes:refreshing and temporary Ropes fray–it is a function of time

A wading mass, potential energyCombinations and limits andlimitless combinations–Senselessour place in historyand how complicated it’s becometo understand other languagesto know mother tonguestoo many permutationscrowd and suffocate

Except those you choose to keep,the rest may fall awayBusses, planes and pushing papersBureaucracy of BeingAt the perimeter, maximizing spacewhen in factExpansiveness is found at true centernot edgesserving to show how far you’ve strayed

Taken among the cosmosThe mouse ran _____ the stoveOh, how could there be so much time left?Chill ; it’s autumnTraffic lights soften in the rain

Swapping closets,bright berries for plumsColors mutedeven fog takes its timeA drifting presence, this seasonhaunting each cool eveningwith life

summer evenings swirl up,up, mixing, minglingdog/bus/tree/changetime brings usplenty;retired leaves ride the breeze,peek into townhousewindows: plants and amber kitchen lightsgently tuck in the dayRestLet night drape home in constellations

Two wings of a birdInstantly embrace the windWisdom & Compassion