The wind blew him in, the one I noticed
Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush
Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden
I had seed to spare and time
There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day
Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before
More light, less reason
Pressing on retinal cells
Explosion of love 
Direct us to truth
Again with your fingertips
Again with your mouth
I snowball you
You’d thought, just a tiny, white match….
A good, quick fight ‘fore you made your way home
As the avalanche of me comes along
My wayfaring crystalline purifies you
Where now is your old arsenal
Your well-groomed trail?
Replaced by my black-diamond touch
Inhale, exhale, flex
Metaphorical muscle
Hope, then faith, then love
Mirrors and many things
Left behind
No longer serving to remind
All she disappeared into
It was a hollow
Worse than silence
Comes now each new day
A ringing out
In Chickadee song
So sweet, all I long for now
Is to hear her DNA daily
Feel her backbone & warrior call
Artificial, You
Adjusting and Transmuting
Intelligence, I 
Excitable
Calming songs
Morning grabbers
Midnite wanderers
Strangely enough
Far too much becoming more
Omnipresent
From somewhere else
Covered in that certain rust dust
Perfecto
Moving together
Are we ever
