sun-scarred eyes
granite hard and grey
ingrained, glittering
in joyous inclusion,
the wildest blooming
tendrils entwine
and a sea-change,
rolling upwards in
a great green mass
through exquisite
fissured, always
firm, momentous
eyes; conversant
with the earth, as
his, as it will ever
be: an expectation
The thought process, Worn like a Wampanoag belt, Felt stiff, at times, and, at times, Mighty proud– what A thing ‘a beauty. What, it’s...
A young bird found out an Old bird and said, excitedly, “Old bird, did you realize that the Sky we sail is not empty but Full? Did you...
I could not be Otherwise if I walked To the furthest wharf And threw myself in To where the soft Surround of painted dusk Evinces a...
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