..
I remember being six
cold campgrounds
and the easy rides in
going north–
pine forests
a blur..
out the sliding back window
of my dad’s new blue blazer
s.s.
Stranger Things
dirt enthusiast
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Love Begins

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Origami Around
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle

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@subtleseaspoetry
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I remember being six
cold campgrounds
and the easy rides in
going north–
pine forests
a blur..
out the sliding back window
of my dad’s new blue blazer
s.s.
Me, reading Rilke’s “To Music” to the crickets, and the dark.
lines
Ecstasy is as powerful as it is slight - steady, yet turbulent. Transient, but bold. Ecstasy is moving, then static. It enlightens and heightens, building, only to rest. It stills, only to rouse. In the most intimate of ways, ecstasy tries the thrust of violence, but sends the somnolent seduction of violins.
s.s.
.
in winter–
a thin silence
empty of deprecation
cellophane
stick and stem.
s.s.
.
having flown
to the recesses
within her mind
a great blue heron
pinned to the reflection
of a sanguine sky
~s.s.
.
To stand and sketch
the petite peonies peering out
a preciously-put shop window,
or to positively paint
their severed stems
en plein air, and all that.
Happiness can be hard to find.
s.s.
..
because a flame is nimble,
the poised light of a blue moon.
s.s.
Brevity. s.s.
...
we are elements of the silent shore
reflections in green glass
murmuring
molten discourse..
s.s.
what is it
that lifts a spirit
in rings under the stars?
blossoming
dreams..
it drips persimmon
and roars.
s.s.
The Ghost
forget-me-not
like the flower blue or pink
but a ghost from last Halloween
high
in the sycamore tree.
s.s.