tell me wind
do you dry the tears
shed thru injustice

answer me fire
does flame burn hope
locked in concrete

inform me water
does your song lift spirit
bound by steel

convince me earth
is dust the reward for life
lived in chains

speak to me wood
will creation not welcome
life home

i adore hearing
the strange music
of echoing thoughts
whistling through iron
cables towers wooden
planks of the promenade
the bridge hums with power
transmitting from there to here
across the wide and deep water
between my ideas and my verses

closing my eyes
i see old walt whitman
crossing below knowing
i await him across real time
i begin to truly hear the endless

#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

around
the corner
of this reality
over a stone steel
bridge half shrouded
in the rising east river mist
a cool song catches a tiny
breeze unhindered by
all the night noise
or drifting pot
fragrance
clears

suddenly the city shines
and my headache dissolves

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