Sensing the sediment

Sensing the sediment 

The fossil being made

A sighing setting sun

The brush strokes of the shade

White flowers in the lawn

An old, fat Buckeye tree 

Loud birds in hiding and

Togetherness of three

The horizon in mist

The horizon in mist

Waves crashing far from shore

Seagulls in the sand bar

Eagles in search for more

Old flowers still budding

Birds building nests again

The passing passages

Of time and here and when

A conch shell lullaby

A conch shell lullaby

Spring sunshine is staring

Together in moments

Creating and sharing

Time is unraveling

Memories being made

In Wolf Kahn scrub trees that

Brighten themselves in shade

Blue above and below

Blue above and below

Waves wrinkle and press out

No need to be dreaming

With great beauty about

The world is releasing

As the moon kneads the sea

Happiness is breathing

With a rock and some tree

Happy and all is here

Happy and all is here

Rainstorms in NYC

Lost whiskers of Stevie

You and me and our we

Spades hitting random bricks

A Hewitt’s Double’s blooms

Porcelain Teacup walls 

Alive in so few rooms

Habe ein Déjà vu

Habe ein Déjà vu

We terrorize our own

Christians demonizing

And casting the first stone

Concentration camps and

Masked men masking their crimes

Children being hurt by

Nazis in modern times

Without world or others

Without world or others

No parents or rearing

What am I all alone

In essence of nearing

Melancholy molten

The rising climb of me

Liquid into solid

Changing when I need be