33rd Avenue Southwest

a manager of dewdrops at dawn

the counter of sunbeams on leaves at noon
listening for every bubble pop at the brook

guesser of what the frogs think

sky and all the clouds
measuring the quality of the day

mediating unspoken histories of
anything in anything

in every task it assigns to itself

doubly and triply effective 

inching closer to perfection

by every grain of dust collected

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Seminole Avenue West

as a courtesy i stole every thing from them
every dream every hope every holdout and illusion

from this outrage they then claimed it all back from me
when they had nary a complaint nor a resentment

with a peace so high and so calm and so constant
every mechanization of mine was flowered into a bouquet
of bliss of blessings of return and home unending


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Lambeth Place

let me have my mountain
i'll climb it and i may find you
climbing too or ever at the summit

you might be that star i was seeing
all my life that i thought
would never be reached


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July 13

the living the doing
the involved the busy

we can't see anything
but that is not sad

beyond ordinary eyes
worldly sounds

majestically the retinue
is gathered

having a good time

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when you do see them
we'll all have a good laugh

remembering how detail
is so real and every flower

is like a mountain
and bees

like eagles





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July 13