Cherry blossoms sometimes curl, dry, and fly away
Plans crash amongst the tides despite our calm agendas
Who said there’d be no wicked winds
What sacred book of days ever promised perfect
We arrive and pass this way on our way to leaving
Fruit and blue-green golden hours coursing through our veins
I
Saw
A
Mountain
Bluejay
Seeing
Me
See
A
Blue mountain
What notable things happened today?
Four days ‘til my 56th birthday, and it finally dawned on me today that this storm is not without God’s presence.
With we by our side
With the storm being The Calm
With hope a-rumblin’
We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks
We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation
Fly sky, loud clouds
Crowns found
Why cry
We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine
Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10
hey we had fun
humble spaces
lavish places
but awful, was nebraska — as bad medicine
Oh, the rush and push from heav’n to Hell
along the way, the in-between
where love was a yes and and a No
let’s close our eyes and sleep, my friend
then, wake and give this a go, again
“Darlin’” My Treasures weren’t yours to define
My Triangular Teak three-dimensional lines
My Plush Orange/Grey comfort, my zippy Red Car
You neither valued up close nor afar
My soul, Smooth and Square, and as soft as White Leather
You’ll dream, breathe, and walk each day, giv’n to none better
My Tall, choicest Chairs to join me at my Table
Who’d have known you’d sit dormant…in a basement…unable
My Keys you possess, they are all-heart-shaped still
That you’d give back My Pieces — I have no faith you will
Know I slipped away
Missed us intolerably
As you remained gone
May Amen and Amen
Hang above you and around us
A mist undissipated and undeniable
As a cello’s note
As an infant’s breath
Permeating
Amen
I admire the try
Despite the spotlights and fanfare
All artificial, to date
Nothing like the great outdoors
Next comes the hardening
Hardly a problem at all
No one knows the struggle, then strength
O’ The Seedling
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