Fair share

A lone loquat leaf
            curled and crisp,
                       tap dances down
the sidewalk

An empty aluminum can
              dented in the middle
                       throws light and marches making
a din down the driveway

The loitering suburban trees
                        fluff their updos
                         while locks of leaves fall down

Two lips pucker in the sun
                          a short Spring song
                           now nearly done
wilting while the bulb goes out

A blurry old man shuffles a shopping cart
                         gripping his estate
                           for near life.
A trim mom runs in the bike lane
                          chasing rolled dollars
                             barreling down the boulevard
A police officer cruises by
                           in his city issued
                              beemer, observing the peace

A couple makes up
                         in the parking lot
as two seagulls squawk over scraps
                         out and out-mollifying
mean-
while
A raven snags the snack pack
with-
out
argument or a caw on the wind

This is how
gusts, nameless airs,
blow things
out of (pro) portion.

Does that make it more than it is?
If heard
it Is.


Image By Tomwsulcer (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Open Corners

-So much stuff we have made more than is necessary for Now

 W(h)ide                 i                                         o            o

  e                           d                                         r             r

                           (p)e(ek)                                  n

  l                                                                       e            s

  e                                                                      r             e

  against time, where matter builds up              s             e

  v                     h                               r                             k

  e                      e                              o                             i

                          nooks & crooks       t                             n

m                                                       e                            g

O                      secure                       c          

r                        t                                t                             s

e                        u                               e                            h

         h              free                           d                             e

t        e              from                                                    se l f

harbored                                                                           t

a       e             p                                                                e

n                      i                                                                r

                        l     

a                 w edged                                                                                i              f

        (re)          stuck in a spot                                          n         o

m                                     h                                                         u

o                     u               u                                                                p            n

t                      p               t                                                lost and

e                                                                                       a

                                                                                        cubic

possibilities.                                                                 qui(e)t

Image By Kuroda Seiki (1866-1924) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A-maze-meant

There are no eyes
in Truth
But here the ears
in Tears?

The suffix us
is absent in Time
When spoken aloud
the past is drawn out...

Symbols do not say
what they stand for
they are under-stood

we are lost
in awe-some
(of us).




Image By Scanned by Aristeas (Roman Eisele). Artist of woodcut unknown. (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Vastness

Say-vast----grasp sixth sense

infinite measure by word

cosmic calm as ohm

"In the word vast, the vowel a, retains all the virtues of an enlarging vocal agent. Considered vocally, therefore, this word is no longer merely dimensional. Like some soft substance, it receives the balsamic powers of infinite calm. With it, we take infinity into our lungs, and through it, we breathe cosmically, far from human anguish."- Gaston Bachelard by John R. Stilgoe from ‘The Poetics of Space’ 

Image By Menke Dave, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Momentous

There is a fleeting sense
I wish to trap it here-
or is it better to say-
bleed it out
to see it in red
so I can relive
a better way to say
write the past,
in the wrong tense
to feel the heal happen.
If I could make it warm
to softly relay innocence
it would become welcome,
doors could open...
But just then-that is when,
I knew in passing,
there's only so much
words may do.






Image of painting by Attributed to Valentin de Boulogne [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. 

Any last feelings

When asked, at death's gate
shall thee prefer to enter
happy,
satisfied, or content-
will you choose?
I'd like to think
when I circumnavigate my trip
I'd take a view of contentment.

Though a man I know
answered this hurriedly-
Happy! he bursted-
I doubted one would like
to die-then-
I said-As in-having sex?
He said he couldn't ask for more-
of course, he couldn't then-
satisfied
Lovers: Sex and Death (a taboo tryst)
are actually akin
to sacrifice for something
we knew
annihilated
to be-
come
a piece-full
of
you, like
All men.




Image of painting by Gustav Klimt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Ruminating in repast

The family dines
on a round brown oak
slab
together
each night they live
together
a universe
is spread across
the Milky way

Facing each other
they nourish
each other
beneath the chandelier sun
aglow over the bounty
they need not kill to survive
anymore

they talk-the teens
they say
around the round brown oak slab
Thank you
for all
you do
dessert is served

The family got full
together
knowing home
intimately
the round world
fit into their dining room.




Image By Morgan Woodwork Organization, 1921 [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.