Still holding souvenirs

Still holding souvenirs 

Awakening insights

Or memory markers

Park benches or air flights

Times the way they were and

Sharing steps in the miles

That one clover, that look

Still here in all the whiles 

Leaving a safe harbor

Leaving a safe harbor 

Curiosity waits

Strange in the familiar

And the flooding of straits 

A truck shaking dumpsters

Stonehenge dominoes fall

A thought in moon phases

Above China’s Great Wall 

Two plus two equals five

Two plus two equals five

Do not believe your eyes

Barbarism is where

Decency goes and dies

Wanting to cause harm and

Where freedom for the few

Is determined by force

Don’t tread on me snafu

So many single quotes

So many single quotes

Heads bent and looking down

Heavy sunflowers that

No longer turn around

Still running errands or

Merely walking to say

I am alive and here

Ask them how is their day

Into the gradient

Into the gradient

Japanese cherry blooms

The pink skies at night that

Paint our west facing rooms

Powdered at first as in

Monet’s Lavacourt brush 

Then finishing with an

English cheek in a blush

Many pages left blank

Many pages left blank

Yesterday’s clouds are gone

To know it matters in

The moment it is drawn

Useless in the future

So charming in the past

Even in the staring

Stillness is moving fast

Reaching without touching

Reaching without touching

Brokenhearted retreat

Offers of me, of us

My accepting defeat

But what is the winning

It’s not a tapestry

It’s seeing I to eye

Praising your majesty 

Grow far from the forest

Grow far from the forest

It is never too late

Too find the spherical 

Saucer or charger plate

The uncaged bird still sings

How sweeter is the song

Do not let limbs enter

Give yourself space and strong

The individual

The individual 

And yet we cluster stars

The moon a reminder

And the North Star and Mars

And the wishes we make

Depending on their size

Are scooped up by dippers

Safeguarded in the skies

Sunlight in cold weather

Sunlight in cold weather

Painting with paler hands

Shadows in twilight blue

Slow gravity of sands

Visiting when it can

Each time staying longer

The Rite of Spring music

Only growing stronger

Reams of paper tigers

Reams of paper tigers

More and more will persist 

The machine being built

To combat the resist

This is target practice 

Freedom fighters absurd 

Attacking the actions

The essence of the word

A tsunami warning

A tsunami warning

Children are on the beach

The heart swells with the World

That the arms cannot reach

Escalating power

It is right to be wrong

Is our identity 

Hardness to get along

Inside the twirling skirt

Inside the twirling skirt

The centrifugal force 

The poor and the huddled

Pushed hard to the hem course

Seven deadly sins and

Earthly Garden Delights 

Metropolis again

The top office incites

The sun cannot witness

The sun cannot witness

The moon does not take note

The deaths in Chicago

And up in Minnesote 

And do not forget the

Tragedies to fam’ly

Disappearing mothers

And fathers, goddamnly 

The richness and story

The richness and story

The orchids of color

To say you can’t see it

Demotes them to duller

Lovely differences

Can you not sense the blue

When you cannot see them

And are just looking through 

A hiking trail of thoughts

A hiking trail of thoughts

My heart begins to burst 

The joy and sadness of

A better world or worst

The past fails to haunt us

The great Art that remains

Tides of Hope in chorus

Refrains, refrains, refrains

A dead star not quasar

A dead star not quasar

Disappointment and such

How can two sips from the

Same cup vary so much

The expectations felt

The reality came

Two faces looking down

One in shock, one in shame

Three point five percent rule

Three point five percent rule

We are here and fighting 

Peaceful gatherings when

Government’s inciting

Telling us laws that we

Must obey with their heils

Well if that’s the case then

Release the Epstein files

From here it is not far

From here it is not far

Like sensing the ocean

All this understanding 

Mere trifle and notion

And who will take me there

Some old familiar song

Our shadows on the beach

Stretch out but are not long

I have not forgotten

I have not forgotten 

We shared a love and do

Nothing taken but hearts

Given and added to

No needs or wants asking

A happiness haiku

Such a lovely life us

My shoulder home to you

Two parallel plateaus

Two parallel plateaus 

One higher kitchen shelf

Where hopes and dreams display 

Above the daily self

The good china waiting

Let us sit and beside

Pull ourselves up and up

So we can say we tried

Quiet as light itself

Quiet as light itself 

Quiet as time giving

Or taking each moment

Conscious to us living

The shushing of present

The suffocated past

Quiet as sight itself

The foreground or the vast

Snowdrifts at the front door

Snowdrifts at the front door

Asian hills frost the panes

A winter zen summons 

Cornstalk stems row the plains

Clouds like parked railway cars

A Siberian line

A silver twilight that’s 

Tarnished and will not shine

We are here as our bulbs

We are here as our bulbs

Dig deeper in the ground

Our stems getting smaller

Our blooms less upward bound

Then years of only leaves

Even water and feed

May not keep us safe from

Mistaken for a weed