Take in memories.
Feel them swirl
through your nostrils
and billow within
cavernous lungs:
pillows of past
humblings and pride
fillings and fear
swells and quells,
unexpected joys,
shudders and thrills
to rest your head on
and wind your day down.
Let their oxygen
feed you, stream
tributary to
muscle and mind,
leaving droplets
of doubt or regret
to cling, carbon-bound
and blown back
through pursed lips
into ether, ready
for sun’s bake or
time’s turn to cleanse.

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Glee cracks open grizzled face,
beckoned up by sky-plucked rays
and warmed by the sun’s embrace. 

A tangle of digits sways,
clasping and crowding. We rise
again to spiral our ways

around a stone as it flies.
Hands outstretched to catch its pace;
hope grown high behind our eyes.

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Stone walls fly by,
stacked high, high up
to heaven and higher,
protecting our fire,
our shore. Leaving
harsher roads behind,
finding softer curves
ahead to swoon over,
you intone lover’s song,
some tune too still and
settled to groan our heavy
loads into atwitter.
A bigger melody
builds below, a new 
awareness creeping
up from sea blue waters
that we hum at night and
hope wafts into her
arms spread wide over
us all.

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Open your ears to the breeze, dear one,
Hear it sigh across your skin.
And with your tongue outstretched toward the sun,
My love, taste the warmth it feeds within. 
Set down your aching bones near the base of a tree,
And reach up its trunk with your spine.
Feel its bark push back into your weight and see
Its roots yearn like your arms for mine.
And if when your eyes flutter wide your gaze holds
Nothing but a mossy, damp stare,
Just smell the deep exhale that uncurls and unfolds
Like your sweet fingers through my hair.

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Breath slips over the bend of my bottom lip and swiftly
unfurls into the space above my kitchen-table-desk
setting little bits of me-stuff about, dancing their ways
around Shift keys, paper days and the spatulas beyond,
an invisible do-si-do. 

There’s no knowing these days
if those twirling air-bits — mine and now no longer mine — 
hold dangerous potential, some villainous plot afoot
to take up drying dishes and tango them half to death
with lecherous delight, or if childlike they flit and flop.

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New growth slices up through soaked soil,
Fingering its way to heaven, bursting. 
Pushes aside worms and pebbles to feel
Warm sun pulsate and energize, rises,
Back arched and face lifted upward with an 
Elated grin. Beaming. Its arms reach out,
Palms open for morning breeze to tip-toe
Between its fingers; a cool embrace that
Gently lifts it into half-flight, grounded,
Afloat on air pillows, brave as a child 
Spinning high above an uncle’s embrace.

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That’s more like it, we decide,
Chin reaching most of the way
Over shoulder, eyes slipping
Out into the downpour, jaw clenched. 

Clouds of rain blow off roof-tops
To blend with fresh hordes, their weight
Somehow crippling and nothing 
At all. Blustering about. Dead,

Yet somehow living. Breath 
Fills air pockets with new wealth, 
Face slackens, blinds open wide,
And eyes slide back to other windows.

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Thanks be to the blue of the sky,
Crystalline, serene and pale.
Thanks be to the breeze at my back
That reaches around my gait.
Thanks be to the ground underfoot,
So supportive of my stance.
Thanks be to the soil that holds
All our secrets. All our ghosts,
Thanks be to their slow, icy gaze
As it ripples down my spine.
Thanks is all I can give the days,
All that I feel can be mine.

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How many millions of chirps, I wonder, 
Screeched from the throats of starlings
Over hundreds and thousands of years
Til the particular tone and tenor
Of the specimen out my window
Could scratch so precisely in my ears. 

How many mornings, called out from under
Heavy blankets and eyelids, my darlings,
Will we wake, brew the coffee, pace the room,
Sip and circle back home before
We sit at makeshift desks and go
About overhauling old patterns via Zoom?

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I’m so sorry for my delay, my loves,
Grave matters kept me away. 
Apologies for my tardy oding, my loves,
For the world hangs heavy today. 
The ache in my chest held me still, my loves,
And the terror silenced my hope to say
That I need you all so deeply, my loves,
To help keep my demons at bay. 
I grow weary of fighting them off, my loves,
As this sickness leads nerve astray.
And I fear my fear spreads within, my loves, 
Winding thickly around my DNA.
So please forgive me the time to repeat, my loves,
I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay...

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Batten down the hatches! Take cover! Hide! 
An army of invisible nuisance has risen far and wide.
Prepare to sit in solace, out the wave to ride.
Take up your sanitizer and hydrogen peroxide.

In soap and suds and bubbles, your secrets to confide,
But don’t forget the water. Skin, shriveled and dried,
Needs warmth and care and oil. Keep it well moisturized.
And keep your heart a-pumping. Laughs laughed. Tears cried.

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