Great White Eyes

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I wonder while swimming
While swimming with wonder
If
He
With
Nothing but instinct
Sneaked up to me
If 
I 
With
Complete compassion and some kelp
Reached out to him
Would 
He 
Then
Let me touch and soothe
And look deep into
Great
White
Eyes

Truth Explorers

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The intuition
Has taken its leave
And the head simply couldn’t care less

The heart, glitter blue
Threats to take its leave too
If the head will not hear heart’s redress

“The truth, head,” says heart
“Is you don’t know the truth,”
“Though you pomp and behave like you do.”

The head bows its eyes
And to the heart’s surprise 
They join hands, intuition to pursue 

Heat Tilt Thy Head

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I don’t speak the future
Though this I predict
The heat
It is coming 
With the peel of each day
Beyond the fog
Over the rain

Like the flame on a fastball
Singed stitches intact
Test me heat
Ten more lifetimes
Shout my name as you do
Hear me cooling myself
Tell me who’s testing who

The Light Tender

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In the deep, dark depths of the back of the closet,
Was the blue dress long abandoned.

Encouraged to remember its flounce and its flow,
I grabbed hold of a lamp
And decided to go
Find it again
Or get lost trying.

So what that I did get lost?
I found it hanging there -still nice.
And it fit and I wore it all day today,
Reaching down at my feet occasionally
To pick up the pieces that kept falling
From the hemline. Not a bad thing.

Holding them in my hands,
I recognize the pieces
As opportunities
To proclaim how I love:

The secret delivery of art as I peek from behind the curtain;
The tears that you leak, that I’ll never stop reaching to catch;
The laughter contagious, or the snapshot of it;
You, in red, refusing to wear the green I chose for you; and,
Me, as I keep collecting pieces of blue.