thriving in the spring
alive in a rain of icy water
cannot be held back to stop the summer swimmer
i have always feasted on my own heart to turn the lonely pain lovely
it is the space between the words
splintered door jams line the way back down unmeeting conversations
unmeeting wishes the color of sea green loud echo
information coded so decoded
that the seasons blend

#487. splashes

November 27, 2011

rivers
are not always
the color of water
and leaves sometimes lead
downstream
over
round stones and sharp 
rocks flowing over this dream
bridge sweet black and grey 
splashes
colder
seasons than this
autumn waiting snow
drifts ice thickening deep
muffles the rivers sweet 
singing

Still the cherry tree in the spring is so beautiful with its tiny pale pink not quite white petals, undersized compared to the maples and oaks who share the front yard and who steal all its light as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the light of the pittsburgh sun.

Still the cherry tree in the late spring with its blossoms falling silently to cover the bare spot in its shade and as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the light of the pittsburgh sun.

Still the cherry tree gives three small boys cooling cover for their summer games of matchbox cars and teasing the girls with muddy feet and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.

Still the cherry tree in the fall lifts upright branches guarding the sons from the chilling father wind and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.

Still the cherry tree keeps watch on me as the winter snow falls to cover the bare spot in its cold shade and I freeze to avoid the dark wrath of the eyes of the chilling father wind that waits within my house.

Still the cherry tree keeps watch on me as the snow falls to cover the bare spot in its cold shade as I freeze to avoid the dark wrath that waits within my house still the cherry tree still the cherry tree keeps watch on me keeps watch on me keeps watch keeps watch.

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Still the cherry tree in the spring is so beautiful with its tiny pale pink not quite white petals, undersized compared to the maples and oaks who share the front yard and who steal all its light as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the light of the Pittsburgh sun.

Still the cherry tree in the late spring with its blossoms falling silently to cover the bare spot in its shade and as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the Pittsburgh sun.

Still the cherry tree gives three small boys cooling cover for their summer games of matchbox cars and teasing the girls with muddy feet and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.

Still the cherry tree in the fall lifts upright branches guarding the sons from the chilling father wind and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.

#452. longest night

January 5, 2011

into present solstice
being the frozen moment
capturing quiet winter time
snowing going silently forward
passing spring time understanding
that under today’s fall summer sleeps

 
  

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#389. logotherapy

September 20, 2010

atop the moss
mould turning earth
bound stepping lightly
springing through sunlight
towards the water in every
direction and quiet meaning hangs
with the bright dust and the spicy sharp
scent of leaves turning many colors brings
beloved you and our small golden dog into focus

the ancient
timeless whirlpool
tossing me
an old coca cola can
in an empty
six train car between canal
and spring
before summer and fall leads to winter

#366. summer chill

August 26, 2010

and now the season
begins to fade
the leaves
meditate
upon
hue
and i
watch
the children
playing by sunny
shores not believing
in the school bell’s peal

#350. me too you

August 10, 2010

even the subway
is quiet tonight
the sax player
on the platform
is taking five
the air is liquid
with summer heat
and the tourists
are subdued
exhausted
by august
me too
you

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