#553. old year new year

December 31, 2012

tell me a story
a story as stony as time
time is not the story but the stone
standing under the tree out standing in the rain
leafy fingertips brushing lips trusting truthful diamond rain
a new universe in a communion of umbrellas

the story
so often dreamt
and lived
to share
while grieving
is the gift.
what has been taken
is still dreamt
and shared
between
lovers and friends.

the red dream is
to let your lover’s eyes
go deep
and when you do you are lost
and found.

#148. Wish List

January 20, 2010

To hold my sleeping grandchild
like an armful of blossoms.

For my right hand to understand
how to play guitar.

To know what my dozing dog
is dreaming.

For my friends to spend the Endless
together laughing and telling stories.

To chase my dreams without care
for thier completion.

For my poems to ride the waves of madness
like golden surfers.

#107. Lips Of Use

December 10, 2009

Lips of
use
strike out to
cold and
close
the deal
for a
sliver
of street seen
out a
restaurant
door glass
does not
separate me
from you
and i know
the
bio-logic
bargain
we have struck
and met
our children
behind
bed-time
stories.

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