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Meditation, A Dream
unsteady girders, beams askew
held together with rusting bolts
the enclosing shroud of night
I place my feet carefully
feeling the structure’s sway, the swing
the innate tremble of existence itself
no end no beginning just each step
one breath and the stars above
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Autumn (Poem)
broken sodden things, these leaves
discarded dreams of what might have been
sunsets we failed to see because we did not look
another chance given in red and gold debris
still we must choose to see
else walk heedlessly as in the midday heat
taking for granted the moment offered
a season so brief, this pause before winter
a caesura if at all
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What Catches The Eye (Poem)
a bird perched on a limb seeks to attract
with gaudy-hued feathers and bright orange beak
taking wing after a quick scold with beady-eyed glance
look at me look at me look at me
his showy antics and plumage implore
but my attention is caught
by one wild strawberry so red it cannot hide
though it tries, self-effacing and humble
alone on the the embankment sloping to the road
