Mathematician, my friend
My sage alchemist
Tabulate the many minutes
The mystic-filled chances, made of pure gold
In all of the days, but keenly, the nights
That you’ve left my clean heart alone
Moments ago, you were more than this
Now, I’ve run the table
I own what you seek
Knowledge, my darling, to cast my own crown
Black diamonds
My secret
Decode
Thieving we were
Taking back, actually
All the sea had thieved from us
Putting away demanded perfection
This time
Substituting with the misshapen
Summer shoes gone now
We, walking away
Our crime ‘gainst the dark, to pray
Oh, air
Be the mouthpiece
Speak trouble to trouble
Love to love
Circle round treetops
Salute the sun
Bid the grey-skies goodbye
Fill up the space inside our lungs forcing the silence to sing
Lovesongs again
Burst through perceived blockades
Hasten our footsteps back home
Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?
In the evening, I sat out, well beyond 8:58
The front porch shadows shielded me
That I might pretend
My bedtime hadn’t come and gone
The smile in my telephone-voice wasn’t masking a mom’s tortured heart
Acceptance would come and those few miles away, would prove okay, someday
Hood ornaments on passing trucks did in no way devastate
This wasn’t the calm before the storm
The temperature wouldn’t dare drop, degree by degree, with each sip of my sleepy-time tea
The gardens weren’t soon going to hell
My choice to survive hadn’t offended my God
Tomorrow, no one would know
To the squirrel who pilfered
To the rabbit who skulked
I stand by my poison pen
Gone be the peaches I nurtured since spring
Struck down, the sweat-sown echinacea
The day-long and long night, again and again
The witnesses to the crimes against friend
But rather than hate, abate, terminate
I give gratitudinous nod
To berry, bean, basil
And rose
See, me and my pen
Befriend, overcome
Thus, conquering peskiest pests
The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew
Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided
Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark
Sugar, speak
Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing
You know they know you
They’ll believe you
Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them
And laughter, then silence
Finally
Look for me
Here
Speak
Bring us back to life
In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced
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