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On Clouds – California Notebooks 01

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I’m not knowledgeable
on climatic changes

the way the winds go
on high or low pressure

I didn’t keep my head on books

but clouds those I know

teaching us
how to be in life

the best ones being
those moving fast

giving no resistance
to life happenings

they follow whatever
wind coming their way

you see them glorying

and soon happily gone

busy dancing
life out

no time to pout – others
grow dark and sit dense

giving headaches

to some of us

they build resistance
to any life changes

no escape
the heaviness

they create
will break on us all

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Poem from the first volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.

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The Look My Soul Has

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.

Love is Reverence

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I have worn shoes
covered with trails

dust sticking loud
louder than my long

path of silence I
have asked to see

the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream

where roads aren’t
hard where people

say without speaking
love is reverence

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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 collection California Notebooks 02 

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Summer Poems – Mirrors

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summer comes
with invisible mirrors
on which each one stares
poses and eventually
struts away

indifferent are the spaces

on which people pause
I look up at the abundance
of details I look at them
and turn my eyes to
the parching fields

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