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what is the sound of one hand clapping
how do you know when a fitted line

fits

every step forward
brings loss in its wake

tears of joy

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personal mazes
Walls clear
Or opaque
I see you now
Or not now

Your essence
Lively and real
Lives in my heart and head
You but not you

And you
Passing through your now
my now and not now
My essence
Lively and real
Me and not me
In your head and heart

Your maze has
High walls
many turns
twists
False passages
Fill day’s hours

Don’t let me be a burden
Or obligation
In moments of oppression
confusion
Or fear

I am just this small i

For you

Listening
Breathing
Now my now
Will find you
in
Your now

When we can

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reaching out in that
moment
my day
your night
both working

electronic miracle
these little cell phones
sharing sounds across an ocean of time
nine hours
nine lives transcended
now one now
one joyful now

tangling words
and tongues
we laugh
talking about talking
face to face

later I’m thinking about all the other possible

positions

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what what is need
what want is want
when wants gets what want wants
is it a burden

when want is not get
want moves us

motivation exploration ideation

but when want is get and get and get

and no give away
too heavy
to have to hold

wanting getting
letting go
not grasping
holding ideas in

balanced equations

these lines

of words

table of solutions
tucked away safe
implied

just fitted lines

a gesture of a brush
the whole of my experience shines

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once us
is no us
no you
no me
just little i

alone

time to turn and go

lover‘s steady subtle scorn
as open handed strikes
leave lasting contusions

chaos
confusion

time to turn and go

words stick
unpsoke’
no good good-bye to tell
no way to dodge

the damage caused

time to turn and go

blue purple bruises
deep inside me

– i see –

when i see
just little i
at last alone
allowed to be – just me
words unspoke’ unlisten’d choked

no good good-bye can be

i

find the strength now
don’t look back now
and i
turn and

go

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passing my past
on each corner
where i’ve walked
walked
walked

before

years of moments
on these streets

the urban landscape changing
stop motion film
my life plays out
again
again

again on these streets

what was i then
who am i now
concrete questions

i have seen these buildings go up
and down and
down and up

again
again
again

changing with the decades

and me
how have i been transformed
walking by these
shifting structures
five decades worth of

now

all this inside me
changes’ richness
moments collected
bricks up down

down
up

sidewalks once
new

now

cracked with age

five decades worth of
eye’s  inspecting
ear’s composing
finger’s touching
feet feeling earth

texture gravity evolution

making sense

five decade’s consciousness resonate still

this deep breath

memory pulled to present
open soft eye’d vision
from then to

now

all who’ve walked
who walk with me now
all their recollections
sensations sensed

pulse

breath

connected
dancing random patterns
constant metamorphosis

web of life

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cloudless sky
breezes blowing away
the sun light
making brightness cool

i stand
on pebbled path
saturated in these waves, this radiation
from our close star

sun ticks off its timely orbit
each step moves me in space
and time
diurnal walk
i orbit this path
days and weeks and years

these days are so long now
new leaves glow yellow
transparent
feasting on the light
saving up –  even as individuals they must fade
and die

i carry myself
each foot-fall
articulate and purposeful
knowing this; the measure of each foot-fall
the march of my time

yet for a moment
looking inward
i stumble – caught unaware

stop
look
feel

radiant energy all around

sun
high
wide
full

tall grass waves and beckons
wild daises have contorted stems
fat robin hops then flies with no great care or effort
lonely bird calls in the distance
ferns unfold as from Jurassic forests
wild dill grown five feet – plate sized white spidery flowers spill over
blackberries’ tangled thorns threaten to take over
fire weeds’ magenta blossoms flames in a pyramid of blooms
wild cherry and crabapple trees have twisting limbs

we watched a grouse there once

wild roses show off their hips
elk have left paths and their pellets
fir trees, alder, and birch are silhouetted black against cerulan sky
– airplane above! six cylinders shout
electrical wires on wood poles – still tall, once live fir trees
dandelions yellow blossoms and white geometric orbs expanding
exploding
releasing parachuted seeds

forget-me-nots

this whole path a rail-road bed now un-railed
concrete bridge with chain link fences
stream flowing currents making patterns
trout swim constantly rising for food
in shallow water fish and shadow move as one
or in still sections chocked with
duck weed, green algae murky oily water
blue dragon flies, yellow iris

some beer cans sully the scene

sun starts to burn my arms

salmon berries ripe for eating
fox gloves spires with purple purses detailed with dots
wild flowers unnamed and unknown speak to my senses
ivory morning glories spirals unfold each day
axial forces of twining stems choke neighboring shrubs
thistle down fluffy flower and spiked spire
and a small dead weasel grimacing teeth

a vulture with very large wings flies slowly away

feet grounded
this trail and this track and this time
my fingers stretched out like the veins of a leaf
reaching into the light

lymph and sap
warm blood in birds
cold in the fishes
all of us chemical engines
elements and light energy

absorbing
ingesting

Aware

i am this – this is me

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Summer day morning

Looking in the river

Which is the shadow

Which is the trout

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standing
on a bridge
above the current
four tiny trout
swimming to stay in place

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i wake with a huge emptiness in me
i walk – try to lessen it
treading this path
by the stream

these unbearable feelings
must be looked at
searched out like hands in a dreaming

standing this painful ground
until i can rest within unblinking view of the sink holes
that broke me and made me lame

can’t the birds in these woods speak for me –
speak in tongues
spiritual songs

unexpected staccato
one low note repeated rhythm
woodpecker’s
determined hammering
breaks through

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