Wheels carry freedom.
Tiny galaxies circle
Concrete cul de sacs.
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Wheels carry freedom.
Tiny galaxies circle
Concrete cul de sacs.
Four bags stretch, give way.
Apples waterfall down to
Unforgiving earth.
Humble, sacred space
rests simple, clean, and open
Inviting muses
rock, paper, scissors
across the dinner table
laugh beats everything
The old crows return
Gifting us midnight feathers
Wisdom rides the wind.
See a small woman.
She suffers giants and holds
Our ancient fires
The pull of beyond
A quiet bliss uncovered
Fears become weightless
Infinity’s edge
stretches my voice echoless
silence brings calm hope.
Blue-cold winter nights
Undress me slow, slow. I fear
Air’s chill and my own.
Top of the food chain.
Sharks sleep swim in open seas.
Rest evolution.
Peaches. Melting ice.
Crushed cookies on the counter.
I will savor this.
I enjoy the taste
of crisp luscious cucumber.
Winter’s hidden gift.
a strong elephant
grazes peacefully amongst
both birds and lions.
Laughter trickles down
stairs. We linger well into
night, speaking on war.
lessons on sunsets
learned at the kitchen counter
childhood returns
Wild flowers bend
Between plump dirty fingers.
Dandelion joy.
a potter’s heart wakes,
bows before wheel and water
Shape and reshape. Fire
I am the ocean.
vast. untamed. i rage and break.
my depths untroubled
A dark-skinned body
bears the pain of history
God, with a soft heart.
Life is no small thing.
Hawks circle above the kill.
Everything must die.