Bright,
where all of the i’s
are dotted and t’s are
firmly crossed by
themselves,
Windows stare
intensely back
with its skinny lines
and nearly invisible cubicles,
perfectly aligned,
blindly uniform
creative templates,
I move like a mouse
in amazement.
Short
stay
the second pair of hands evaporates
above the always empty
passenger’s seat,
but the green flakes are
blooming again
after the caterpillars ate it all away.
And I’m glad
to see the gray tint
of spring in the breeze again,
glad to see the clarity of morning
down my own arms
and invisible in the blue.
What speed my feet have gained,
What patience I’d like them
to hold.
wild
I want to reach
my arms
where suction cups
are not seen
but function like flowers
in a dense(wild)shade
and are content with
reverse bloom.
I want to reach
my arms.
for short;
And
the window
smells of rain,
like
the sand
in my hair.
(Goodnight,
dear Moon!
I will see
you
next time I
awake
; )
Butterfly and the Mighty Wind
bouncing across the glass
an illegible wrapper, litter
is brown wings in tug
of unrelenting flight;
even the fluttering bug wonders
How did I,
the Mighty Wind,
End up inside some poor woman’s lungs?
familiar
Much like
White my face in the front of a spoon,
the window does not hide
White these familiar gray skies.
It’s a languid night;
White I cannot hear the bugs
except for some leftover static
White of a blood-sucking fly
in an ellipsoid
White upside-down kitchen.
Man and the Moon
The almost new
toenail clipping of a moon
navigates the night;
A halo reflects
in an almost still
thin bit of clouds.
She remembered it so well,
that almost rainbow disk
around his head.
World
I had this fear
that if I close my eyes to the world,
It would not be the same
But, it’s only closer
from the inside.
remaining spaces
A different ripple falls into my lap;
it is the sound of pins dropping.
Tap my shoulders and fallen hood;
my spine is lax, my eyes are weak.
soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, Soft.
The rain is unafraid,
it fills in the remaining spaces of my forehead.
Dear present moment;
Dear present moment;
you are a wide slant of space
that I am in,
no matter where I am going.
Thank you,
for your patience.
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