Yes
it’s true
we are very different
you and I.
The ‘Dot and
the Line’ reincarnate
our list of
differences could surely go on forever.
See
how our physical
features don’t
favor one another
in the least
And
yet
we were thinking
the same thing
at the same moment
lying there on the blanket
as the sun
sunk into the watery horizon.
Stepping across the threshold leaving one reality, embracing another – if only for a few moments Inside a fan mutely, slowly bathes the room in a slight breeze long, slender blades dip (ever so slightly) as if to caress my husband resting in the bed below were it not for the four posters standing sentry…
I know I hear the silence more and some times catch myself listening to cars approaching from up the street Sitting on the front steps at night the stars are so beautiful, they almost make me cry Some times I can’t explain how it feels.
Eagle flying in the air all alone, always there ever circling what do you see on the ground cold, dark, dank, brown circling, ever circling Over treetops, over farms lying fallow – is it flight keeps you alive? time long gone I’d lay watching as you worked the currents finally running in for the kill…
After reaching the waterfront she settled on the old concrete bulkhead next door I at the end of the dock Maisie rested against my hip as Fox and I regarded each other from a suitable distance A few water birds passed lazily overhead but did not disturb And so we sat ignoring, and wondering about…
Baroque sounds massage the night. little boy whispers, “mommy, would you like it if s o m e …
Funny isn’t it how late afternoon is also early evening and is (just as surely) – night – depending on the time of year In the scrapbook…