Instagram (March 8th - 20th, 2021)
Your skin so soft, pillows so rough
One hour forward, one hour backward
treading water as the current
rolls on
to the other side of the bed
weeds or flowers nipped
in the bud
with springs corners
swept of spider webs
Your skin so soft, pillows so rough
Such luxurious lives
Free lunch
Another round
Everyone is doing it
Such Luxurious lives
at thirty-five thousand feet
Over a hundred in a sixty-five
just in time
for another glass of wine
a right turn signal relay
just in time
I’m thrilled to hear from you on not my birthday
Lighting rod
goldenrod
a message
timed with the wind
out of the west
blowing the snow, come early this year
the goldenrod half buried
doesn’t bend
Pattern matching in landscapes & relationships
Walking in a landscape
that matches a sketch from your child hood
dark shapes rising
tree tops
hair brushed from a shoulder
tread carefully in the moon light
of NASA photos covered in reference lines
crosses
fences that divide the land
in our minds
Zone of Greatest Uncertainty
Presumptions
Some or almost none
or more than ever before
decisions made
without consultation
based on the best information available
a shoulder
geometry of two people
sitting in dining chairs
PLACES TRAVELED TO WITH PREVIOUS LOVES
The world is only so big
think to yourself
A kiss can happen anywhere
at this exact moment billions of things are happening to billions of people
the planet orbits the sun
the sun orbits the milky way,
nothing
is
ever
in
the same place you think
imagine all of this
in your mind
and still the world is only so big
Nothing is so important
Nothing is so important
as right now
as your next meal, your next sale
as the time to spend on
nothing important
as what you should be doing
nothing
is the key to everything
Only after you are gone do I see you
Missing what you have, missing what you had?
Stopping to take a photo of a moment, stepping outside of now to see the now.
Ten years later the moment is more clear in the memory of it
Though your fingers, deep in your mind.
The friendly ghost till you die
All Progress That wanders is not lost
Light in my eyes over 13 years