*
as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
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*
as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
.
.
*
wellness downing
with the evening
lightly salty breeze
it’s a loud concert
around me waves
crashing every where
deep remote thunder
of the sea underneath
brought up by that
back and forth moving
crickets and cicadas
fighting for the solo
now that the city man
who couldn’t stop
talking has left
I’m laying on the cliff
open to the sky
a million pieces of
me scattered the last
rays of the day will
gather
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sitting
hushed – heat isn’t the cause
willfully watchful of this silence
pregnant of barely perceptible sounds
the sky one solid color
velvety wings moving
producing no noise they found
no obstacle
not even the humming birds
make noise I rest at last
desire raises
not to move
ever abiding surveilling
the light severing the valleys
when it falls
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Poem from the newly released poetry book “California Notebooks” to get your own copy click here
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