The Vast

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 Each day at dawn

May I pour your tea

With increasingly steady hand

Deliver it to you

Standing

There

If I reach up

With fingertip brush the silvery dust of your crown

To my temple

Smooth

Then

Will you bid me back tomorrow 

decidedly

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 time 

will 

tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks 

whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight 

it may not be for me to know 

behind me is water 

a half-written life 

arms reaching ahead 

and north 

an imperfect I love you flies from my hand 

with a tail as long 

as 

time

humble warrior

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An inaudible promise and sigh
The most solemn tears
Necessities thrown to the floor
Secrets exposed now to light
Because of the understanding reach
A moment with heart held in the hand
One hesitant step as if to make sure
The thought to retreat 
A kiss where fragile greets harsh 
Eyes bowed in great honor 
This presence 

lunatic phase

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 Is it the moon 
In lunatic phase
Or perfect genetics within
That forces your hand 
And tells you to tear
All that covers your skin

As life asks your heart
To keep looking far
Your feet will soon learn to keep pace
You’re promised, my love
All that shines above
Forever will seek your raised face

Date Unknown 

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 Hold me
With the intensity
That you’d otherwise shed your own blood

I’ll hold you
Absorb it
Then exhale out the flame that calms you

Our kiss
Realized
Tuesday, June some day, some year

Photo: looking East to frozen sunrise; Lake Michigan, Milwaukee, WI