In the shadow of a great owl
lies a mirror the color of pines,
the only ripples from barred waterfowl,
their calls breathe dreams into the world of lines
Carnivorous pitches and the shoes of ladies,
moths from the moon and succulent berries,
surreal sights made lucid
Life teems at every edge, and eagles circle from afar,
but under coarse rock a hidden river sings,
boulders lurk in a pool of stars,
and from a split in monolith stone gurgles foam angel wings
Kettle Pond
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Jellyfish
A ghost of a creature rises from the black
Its spectral fringes ripple with movement
Speckles of light glisten from its edges
Its milky frills flow and dance with the current -
If You Listen to Fear
Harken here.
You’ll be lost without my strings.
You’ll shed too many tears.
You’ll lose those useless wings.
What if they catch you?
What will they say?
What if they disapprove?
What will you have to pay? -
January 6, 2021
It’s hard to accept the truthWhen you don’t like what it revealsBut violence under the people’s roofShouldn’t have become real.
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