It’s How We Float

outside of ourselves
leaving this heavyweight world
~~we are featherweight~~

Switchfoot’s FLOAT video

Galaxy Wheel

I’m always walking with you, -ignoring needed chiropractic adjustments. Never mind that, because all at once the meadow starts ruminating over the fires still smoldering past camel hill. Audaciously, you shoot your finger to the moon as if you’ve discovered a curious thing. I’m taken by the brighter star. Dear God, when will our necks ever align? Still, – every day we’re more honest with ourselves. We tie our tongues, and lace our shoes.

here, inside of us
the whole sky and galaxy, –
two divining lights

for dVerse

Spanish Moss

We made a love nest

two days in a tiny house

~Trees had long soft hair

for Real Toads

We

the dead-end poets
see the icing between bricks
-we don’t see the wall

day 30 NaPoWriMo
for Poetic Asides

Thanks for putting up with my brick cakes, people. Here’s one last brick in the National Poetry Writing Month wall from Mark Strand, for anyone who can stomach just one more poem…“The Great Poet Returns”

Through the Keyhole

       Take 
     a gander.
   Twelve pound 
   bird.....all
     the fix-
     ings...my
  goose is cooked.
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for Quickly, a look through
my peephole on Thanksgiving.