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Four Lines

spring pops branches bare black criss-crossed
stark against the sky into green
canopied leaf just the same way
we open our umbrellas

Poetry

Four Lines

spring coaxes a last reluctant
branch into the new green of sky
and sun then breathes a near hidden
sigh to make the leaves flutter

Poetry

Four Lines

the sky I tried to paint today
is that blue mixed with cloud and light
the hue ideal behind my eyes
muddies its way across the page

 

Poem

Four Lines

I stepped on a crack – my back broke
snapped by a fall that snuffed the light
from a dream of merciful life
once held to be self evident

365

Four Lines

it’s new —this year— but it smells old
as if time waits poised to repeat
history’s stink of human greed
faux fundamentals wreaked the polls

365

Four Lines

how quickly this summer flicks by
light bursts dawn into greens then blues
noon yellows toward twilight hues
time under color hides its flight

365

Four Lines

every now and then comes that
perfect summer day breezes blow
through wide open windows and doors
throwing joy around with the chaff

Poetry