a high sun spreading wide like fire within winds baking flat sand lizard tracks and parts of white animal bones the after life in the belly of a scavenger who is always searching for the unexpected or weak waiting impatiently, always hungry
spider stars high above suspended glory drawing my eyes to swim up within cool clean air receiving forgiveness as everything opens up and moonlight falls back onto my face I realize I am a hermit visitor within a moving universe
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side
OVERVIEW the moon commands highways of ocean currents forming waves those momentary curled masses of random strength splashing languages onto ancient shorelines from somewhere deep creating footprints during the highs and lows
black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor
The moon a legend in the sky a face to talk to a light to cry under a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.
There’s no bottom to the city treeless empty lots broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place sirens help or prevent subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands
There’s a silhouette a side shadow brave with image soulful and longstanding motion expressed with well spoken words hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK
The wind was the change granite against paper shadows unfrozen running from a forbidden sleep the faithful pray the fastest get to safety first rational thoughts create sweat and pull out the tears the bones of trees rattle xylophone’s into jealousy shoes and those without step rightly with concern … More TWISTED WIND
