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Its Shape

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and then
there was that
truck fading away
into the curve after
having committed a
crime I witnessed
I knew I could be
of help if I memorized
the plate but I could
remember only three
numbers and its
shape – none
when I woke up

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Truth

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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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Beauty Between Silences

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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 newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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The Birds Trills

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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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New Landscapes

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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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The Next Silence

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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind

that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold

colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more

fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended

draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 11

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there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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