Here we are defectors

Here we are defectors

Weary of emotions 

Unable to partake

Without self-demotions

Questioning the commands

To respect your wishes

Deny our self-respect

Bare our hearts to squishes

The painted light returns

The painted light returns

A passing friend’s visit

Saturated colors

Common now exquisite 

Life again worth living

Stones like silver dollars

The gradual walk, our

Souls nomadic scholars

An ordinary glance

An ordinary glance

In perspective, near still

The thaw, the plough, the bloom

The harvest overfill

And in the spun of years

Circles and ellipses 

On the why axis ‘til

The turning eclipses

Without my permission

Without my permission 

Like one gooseneck loosestrife 

Planted and pervasive 

Slowly choking out life

Sweet bobbing and nodding

White purity, finesse

While its roots are grabbing

‘Til you’re under duress

My own tectonic plates

My own tectonic plates

Once again have shifted

The sense of steady mass

Pushed down and uplifted 

Changing with the changes 

Build better foundations

Should another seismic 

Alter my relations

Searched for vitality

Searched for vitality

Found quietness instead

Buried treasures plateau

Where single thoughts are wed

In the drenching of rains

Or the drenching of sun

The puzzle of me forms

Peace by peace, one by one

Beyond hieroglyphics

Beyond hieroglyphics 
Into the realm of dance
Without words these feelings

Invite movement from stance

Stepping into the swirl

Past the edges of still

The volcanic abyss

Creating lava spill

Hollow trees, fairy tales

Hollow trees, fairy tales

Dead mothers young again

Swing sets and school teachers

And plastic soldier men

Upside down pineapple

The early in the late

The layers of decades

Flipped over on the plate

We have rich memories

We have rich memories

Although places are gone

They are our red blood cells

Our souls earth, they are lawn

They can’t be unknotted

And cannot be unwrote

Stories for some, for us

Riddled secrets to quote

Spring flowering redbud

Spring flowering redbud 

Without the redwood rings

Brevity in brightness

Not stature more time brings

Changing for need or want

Accepting the unknowns

Knowing a thin trunk is

One step above from stones

They are shouting at me

They are shouting at me

Asking for the fulfill

Born but not reared, they are

Time suspended until

Soon markers of regret

Not even souvenir

Buried with a birthdate 

And dash but no end year

When the rivets wrinkle

When the rivets wrinkle

And experts disagree

Hobble before hovel

Protect the filigree 

Paper airplane travel

Grace resides in your feel

Envelope destructive 

Emotions under seal

The Earth is a juggler

The Earth is a juggler

The sun and moon are tossed

And there the North Star fixed

To aid northerners lost

At my feet, broken plates 

Spun off companion rods

And careful replacements

Until unbalanced nods 

My chromatography

My chromatography

The brown begins to part

Red anger leaving green

Then blue sadness departs

Left here in my yellow

A blinking sunflower

A fortunate wisdom

Stemming without bower