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If Only (Poem)
to awaken from this dream
into bare rooms and vacant walls
with every step the floorboards crumble
falling away into ash and dust
light streams in from the morning sun
as the roofing joins the cumulus array
even this body discards form
skin and flesh slough off for varmint food
bones fragment to pebbles in the dirt
ragged filaments of dreams and desires
left for claim by spiders and beetles
finally self itself drifts apart
like the parachute wisps of dandelion seeds
perhaps of use by birds for a nest
happiness indeed
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In The Mountains Then (Poem)
harvest stones as you find them
their shades of gray
mirror the clouds above the ridge
place them as bouquets
upon all the graves where rest
the dead the dead the dead
the buried moments the lost years
the thrown-away lives
these limned by hastened time
your bones become rocks
your eyes blackened coal
these line the forgotten trails
hurry now
pay attention
wake up
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What Does The Wind Whisper (Poem)
when it winds through the trees
glides across the grass on the hillside
knocks against the crops in the field
does it repeat the gossip overheard
from the birds that gather on the wire
translate the busy chatters
barked by any scurry of squirrels
or even drop trivial tidbits
retrieved from human conversations
perhaps none of these, and it is silent
with no need to do anything other
than be the wind
