9.26.2020

Source

 

Something 

about seeking a source

in the deep end

of a flailing life

means I’m not sure what

but if I could find it

I’d tie a rope

around its energy

and save myself

from drowning 

in wishes

instead of swimming

in the Poet’s possibility


9.20.2020

Carry On

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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9.07.2020

Wildfire

 

  Dreamed I lost you

& sneaked a peek at you

like when you were little

& me spooked in high winds

     Now my spooking

is crowds engulfing you

fueled by cruel winds

& you out of your element

    which maybe is earth

& I hope will keep you 

                   grounded 


9.06.2020

Palettes


If I am green

maybe that explains

my tendency to retreat

preparing for seasons

of browns & charcoal