the river is still in its course today
she rolls softly and enfolds this string
in the multiverse with a quiet song now
on the open flow to whatever sea dreams us 
forward the river is still in its course wherever
it sings flowing open soft forward in string dreams

#458. pittsburgh (for evvie

February 10, 2011

sometimes man its the poem not the poet 
time counts up the years and down
meeting space too is sacred water

sometimes man the grey rivers are so cold
and where they meet they are Oh Cold
meeting and roiling new waters

sometimes man february is a song for spring
snow and ice singing on the rivers
helping a child to the morning

sometimes man the function follows form
space and form following functioning
warmth following spring and cold

#407. for shawn colvin

October 16, 2010

the voice
truest wave
sine of the number
she’s singing
sweet steinway notes
counterpoint
carrying present future
past the fear
in our sharp blue psyches

you are right
the heart clears in harmony
with guitars

#355. atlas unlimited

August 15, 2010

vast map
my dreams
a pin dropped
life truly pointed
in a direction calling
me to the expressions
I need to do more than
survive in the woven strings

the daily real
is as unlimited as anything else
in the Endless

vast map
calls dreams
drops sharp pins
pointing life’s true
directions calling me
to the many expressions
i need to weave and to survive
more than the strings that are mine

#354. saturn night

August 14, 2010

hammering
the nail
bridge high
friends
sharing it all
sweets
cool fulton evening
air fun
when the now
is Now
string of lights
pearls
stumbling home and to bed with you

#334. honey sleeping

July 25, 2010

storm shards illuminate the dreams
water in sheets and the thunder
dogs barking across the valley
across the lake with children
dancing between the peaks

regarded dreamer gently the changes
flicker in time with your eyelids

#330. brightside

July 21, 2010

the whip falls hard
cracks my back
i hardly feel it
because of your eyes
and the calm
starryness within
their bright depths

#329. still

July 20, 2010

harbor
river
dusk
lights
sharpen
senses
bind
heart
desire

#328. end of day

July 19, 2010

passing out
my thoughts
drift away
your softness
my comfort
your breathy
sweet voice
a joyous lullaby

beauty is crying
bleeding birds
because of the words laughing
desperate diamonds
art shouting
empathic eons
imagination embracing
cloudy children
passion singing
low laughs
tenderness understanding
mad mountains
of an artist
reaching alone and across
death before my birth

without truth
there are only bells
stuffed with dead rain

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