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As Honey Upon Awakening (Poem)
long discursive fever dreams
drift without effort but still somehow
heavy with the heated weight of story
not mine always
slow building intense profound
teachings light and delicate as spun fairy sugar
reach too tightly and they dissolve
relax and they linger
sweetness dropping as a seed within
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Father’s Day (Poem)
I never knew my father as anything other,
though from stories I heard he lived a life
rich with travel, music, art, and other dangerous things.
for years I carried with me my sole testimony to this,
a charcoal self-portrait he had drawn of himself as a young man,
the paper creased and worn from years of being folded
before it passed into my hands, and I chose to keep it close
in the left back pocket of my jeans just like he had done.
one day it simply fell apart, and I went to a bridge
and scattered the tattered remnants over the water.
I doubt he ever traveled in this area but think he would have approved.
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Summer Muchness Fatigue (Poem)
as the heat rises, as the dome settles into place
and even the mountains lose their cooling air,
where now do I go?
before I could slip easily away into a boat
and take myself into the shaded silence of bayous overhung with cypress.
the local alternative is a trail which offers some canopied foliage
but also people and dogs and bikes and noise.
summer has become overwhelming at times,
too bright with sun; too loud with all sorts of clatter;
too noisome with industrial odors.
in other worlds I find the hush and stillness,
so that is where I’ll be.
