that's mrs. mediocrity to you

all day long i listen to the song
of grasshoppers, crickets, and beetles

after a time, i can hear nothing else

the buzz of a hummingbird sipping nectar
from windowbox purple petunias
shifts me from there to here

again

and again

and i marvel at wings
quite literally
spun from sugar

you drive into the world of concrete jungle

you drive into the world

you drive

away

as i walk these paths
choked with weeds and chewed up leaves

pulling a cloak of clouds over your shoulder
to remind me that the stars are always lit

and i am here

here

with only these crows for company

some days they tell me of your travels

some days they carry me to grace

some days they peck at my shiny rings
as i reach for the sky with lost fingers

some days
they bring me
white feathers

held in beaks flecked with blood, stardust

and gold

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i wonder what she thinks

of all she sees

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and loving every minute of it

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later, they went for ice cream

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i listen for the space between splashes
and wait for the mystery of fountain

water is everywhere and i’m afraid to drown
one drip of silence at a time

but this pool on the floor just keeps growing
rivulets and fingers spreading stain

i dip my thumb in your aged chalice
still thirsty for all you cannot give

in this room i read the chronicle of empty
and everything you feed me tastes of salt

my heart drinks you in and spits lost longing
into the dusty veil of open corners

this is the mud we wallow in
though later we’ll leave footprints in the hall

as the laughter of thunder echoes lightly
and rain keeps running down the wall

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are yours to keep

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i hadn’t planned to be up

before the sun this morning

but this made me glad i was

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nature’s trumpets

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movement is what captures your attention

i fly away (in crooked lines)
to dance amongst the pleiades
and their ancient choreography
of hide and seek

i am dust

always there

visibly invisible

one clear tear
containing more
than this river
of flight

i can’t ask you
to understand
my fluttering

i can’t stay still
long enough
to burnish sanity
opaque

my universe is trite and monumental

i name it tree
and you laugh
with the music
of lost moonlight

i am a sliver
beneath your skin

festering for freedom

you name me calliope
and refuse to remove me

this is the seed
of remembrance
growing petals
of forgotten

i am blind and you are hollow

each night i fold
a dozen paper birds

and at midnight i listen for your drum

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sometimes i wonder

if he’s still looking

for george

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i know i am

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