Heart is Full

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My heart is full

every evening,

Having dined

with each day,

It drinks

in the night,

No longer affright

at light’s

leaving.

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Family

Despite the danger, I open my heart.
No matter our foibles, I love us together.

This moment in time, this gathering of souls will never repeat.
Long ago, Earth cried lonely, and God sent a fleet
Of shiftless, soulful human beings.

We venerate the pioneers of old,
Human herds wilding west against the wind.
We celebrate the missionaries,
Gaunt-soled, sinking south like candlewax,

What of us?

Each day we rise and ride
Our mechanical horses thus;

Each night we roll up
Our plans, lay our head on partial defeat.

We don’t carry lead; we carry
lived and unlived histories.
Come, pioneer!

 

 


 

Summer Salute

Though evenings thicken earlier each day,
And cold chutes down the drapes to pool in rooms,

Summer’s heat is baked into our bones,
And her beauty raked into late blooms.

Down below to Capricorn she goes,
From now and on brazen-cold wind blows.
We slow our autumn dance to the new beats,
and splash our chilly feet in flannel sheets

 

 


 

 

 

So We Dance

Feel the rhythm rising every morning,

Heed the beat that’s knocking on my door.

Though muscles ache and gears are grinding,

I greet a day that’s never come before.

Alors, is coffee brewing?

The throng at Starbucks wait for more.

Drip by drip the queue is waning,

Sip the day with each new pour.

 

 

 


 

The Edge

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Walking through clouds
Of cricket sounds
To the edge of the acre,

We wilt at the clap
And taste the wet slap
Of an oncoming storm.

Here we bare
Our arms and our hair
To the sting of the nettle,

Here we quench
The grasp, the hard clench
Of the human form.