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Cloud have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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if my life
could be spent
under the shade
of a wild mushroom
quietly attending
daily tasks nurturing
souls expecting
the murmurs
of death approaching
as the wind between
the foliage above
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more
I’ve been that route
bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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if you do respond
to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within
and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then
poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing
of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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my creed is this
got to make life a nest
while it last as
I grow my wings to
leave it soaring
fending the air upward
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today the winds
in the valley are
high and strong
against the palm
trees fighting them
with a loud fuss
the mountains
fade away behind
a curtain of dust
lifted in the air
in front of them
gold swirling
souvenirs of
the Eldorado
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there are clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
– without moving –
some of us do
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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call on waiting
same old jingles
repeating as I
come to realize
the blessing of
waiting not able
to do anything else
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let’s not forget
the improvised song
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
wings flapping
nervously sounding
almost metallic
that clear it seems
lighter than
daylight
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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I left the valley
green and humid
where wind was but
a rare guest for
the coast to be blown
away by crosswinds
sunlight and waves running
around with my wet suit
catching waves long
trips to the unknown
marine depths now I find
myself in the desert away
from things experienced
before synced in with my
passion for the new
landscapes of the spirit
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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