Happy as sycamore

Happy as sycamore

Resilient to weather

Shedding from a life lived

Tough grain locked together

A ripening fruit that

Softens in the winter

Good shelter for others 

And not prone to splinter

I swallowed a forest

I swallowed a forest

An ocean in my eyes

In a scarf of gray clouds

And a hat of blue skies

I waited for twilight 

Sundial in my hand

Useless without shadow

Tally marking the And

Crossing the park and road

Crossing the park and road

And into the doorway

Car headlights like comets

Cross the ceiling two-way

A streetlight cast shadows

Through the windows and door

Angular Mondrians

Bend from walls to the floor

Yellowwood chandeliers

Yellowwood chandeliers 

And soon the eighth of May

Two decades and a half

May as well be today

The love tide came in and

It never went back out

I am here in the flood

That will never go drought

Catapulting forward

Catapulting forward

So much progress ahead

Making realizations

Beneath the dreams embed

The future is present

Make the moment exist

Near as the next heartbeat 

Far as the pulsing wrist

Goodbyes after grafting

Goodbyes after grafting

The original tree

Awaits the returning

To the roots of the me

I bloomed in your presence 

Pollinated by bee

The fruit forming is a

Culmination of we

Raindrops like falling hearts

Raindrops like falling hearts

Innocent people die

Fragile ornaments break

Ballistic missiles fly

Might is not always right

Some invest in the war

At the risk of losses

Not in money but your

Art needs but a small space

Art needs but a small space

A dibble in the mind

A homestead garden and

A randomness streamlined

Pages from our own book

Scattered and unnumbered 

Glances and World glimpses

Refusing the slumbered 

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

Benevolence bounty

Benevolence bounty

Keeping your own reward

Breaking the boundaries 

With a pushpin dartboard 

Nothing of love, nothing

Just a much needed chair

When I roped off my seat

A deadly empty stare

In a lull between hills

In a lull between hills

Gas station lights humming

We found our happiness 

Intact in the numbing

Two moths realigning

Reversing their propel

Choosing new directions

Beginning with repel