Kadesh

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What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know

Though

I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep

I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year

A treaty, here

Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan

Once Upon a We

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Never mind the what-you-thoughts
Heralding your head’s blessed energies

Let dance to freedom on blackbird wing
Every “Why?” upon your lips

Will you listen with unmeasured courage
And stay, as cello notes, when doubt encircles you?

Stringed

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A song exists
Not yet written
Waiting to be performed
Blank sheet music pages
Stacked neatly near my soul
Rustling now
My hand swift to assure
Notes forming from the void
Lyrics beginning to choose a voice

Sweet-sad violin
A torrent of dissonance
At last, it’s final note
Wafting far and heaven-ward
What chord progression with this?
Truth gives way
From the most distant place
Near-silent to crescendo
Cello

After The Education

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I did not just now
See 
Did I
In my peripheral
With my two tired eyes
A guy strum slow down the sidewalk
With a cello
My very favorite
This time it saddened me, though 
For it caused his back to bow
Under the weight of it 
When he’d certainly have preferred 
To reach 
And pluck
The new tulips along his path instead