#392. raining stars (thanks L

September 23, 2010

rain water
stars
flash sharp
rays
every where
glow
sparks flying
eyes
shining dark

#335. prediction

July 26, 2010

when flying
becomes dying
and dying
is no further
than the next cloud
i will be home

learning to live
to love
to fly

#245. three day rain

April 27, 2010

the edge
of the storm
is sharp blue
lightening against deep grey

clear air
crying birds
full rushing river
sweeping past the pier pilings

beauty
worth the wait

#243. lovely storm

April 25, 2010

the rain curtain
falls on a quiet city tonight
white granite becomes thunder
black is split with jagged lightning
roiled clouds grey against dark grey
against deep grey is beauty flying above
the east river and brooklyn bridge knows we
are aware of each other and our comingling dreams

#137. the flying walrus

January 9, 2010

my father used to fly us
through the western pennsylvanian
ohio and west virginian skies.

my brothers and i were always thrilled
to be invited along on that ride
although the joy was different for each.

i do not know what kicks my brothers
gathered on those weekend afternoons
we didnt talk much then or even now.

but i really enjoyed the feel of taking the stick
with my dad giving it over but more i loved
knowing that even so he was still captain.

#111. storm flies

December 14, 2009

away i spin
leaf on the enony edge
thunderhead crackles tear ducts mine face
shifts nexus
rain
i fly high and cry
a storm
that flies
for you.

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