a bird
quickly walks
across the gray asphalt
another flies above the grass
going
the “urge”
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What [and where] is it?
As I was walking in the park, one day,
I heard the wind and I wondered …
Was I listening to a conversation
the wind was having with the trees?
Was the echo the sound of the wind
visiting the empty rooms of my mind?
Someone spoke, and no one answered.
Was it the wind curling around my ears,
exploring geometric solutions, then talking?
Where was the ECHO coming from?
QUESTIONS [of a foliage "personality"]
When a leaf turns
is it moving?
Or is a book being read,
a page turned?
Perhaps, new resolutions
nave been made
the turning over of a new leaf …
the way wind dances
combing the high grass
and tickling tree branches
the foliage laughs
(the giggle can be seen
in how the leaves tremble) …
invisible
silence
a rabbit’s skill
underneath a pine tree
standing so still like a statue
stonewall
the old pendant
clear yellow jewel
within a six-sided pendant
[an ancient iron web]
shadows, lights, angles,
six sides to the story
the stone being in the middle
of it all, run for the boarders
six-sided pendant
a bright purple speck in each corner
six corners, six jewels
the edge of the world
get a magnifying glass
a purple particle is missing
there are letters
A, D, D, O, P resting on an X
and a backwards L
or is it an I split in half
doing a back flip?
what do the letters mean? …
my words, lifeline, echoes
of the argument I had
with my mother
it was her pendant
when I first saw it, I wanted it
and now that it’s mine
I’m afraid of losing it
cultivate your memories.
hands …
exhausted soiled pink jacket,
it’s too big.
when she shifts her bones
the cloth wanders — elsewhere
nylon stockings too tight
when she leans over
she finds a penny on the sidewalk
the nylons rip
her aching muscles stiff, moaning
when she straightens up
shutting her eyes, she allows heat,
warmth to ease the pain
choosing to forget sunlight creates wrinkles
… that’s what my hands are like.
