sitting on the curb
playing dice with words
praying that they’ll fall into place
sometimes glancing from face to face
seeing eyes flit askance
in such a subtle dance
that if you look, you’ll miss it
POEM: Poet Watches the World Pass By
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POEM: River of Me
i exist
in wave and particle form
two things at once
but, really, many things
if anyone is counting
each new instant, i’m a new thing
only disguised as the old thing
some day, i’ll be gone
that day was today
only moments ago
but a million me’s have perished
and yet the world spins on
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POEM: Endless City
city at the end of time
sprawling to the shoulders of reality
spilling into the sea
sprouting vents from the ocean floor
to breathe the collective exhalation
a planetary breath
bubbling toward the surface
but lost in churning seas
and wind tears through urban canyons
that crackle the surface
as seen from the satellite sphere
glints from a glassy past now subdued
plasma windows play a bucolic reality
that residents pretend is true
we are a mole people
in the under-story of a mechanized canopy
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POEM: Blue
Oh, the glorious monotony
of mountain skies
an azure dome
in rare air highs
over the brome
And, too, the lake
glassy tranquil
float duck and drake
in mile high chill
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POEM: Silly Cat
I think you know my silly cat
It perches on heads like a hat
It catches critters and sets them free
cause it finds canned food more tasty,
but it loves the sport of the hunt
and can perform acrobatic stunts
between bouts of blissful slumber
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POEM: Storm
storm clouds hovering
birds refuse to sing
torrents are soon to pour
waters will rise through the floor
and this shack will float away
clashing in nature’s fray
and washing out to sea
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POEM: Park from a Hotel Balcony
I see a canopy of trees.
Wind-rolled like undulating seas.
A strange green scene from my balcony.
Seems like such a vast expanse
of trees tossed, locked in a dance.
From sidewalk, they’re of stalwart stance.
But from here they are an ocean to me.
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POEM: Kashmir
Green, the mountain meadow
White, the wall of fog
Lakes of trapped glacial runoff —
aqua gemstones in dim light
Lines of sheep crisscross
the part lines of trail
that segment the pasture
in Cubist form
Curfew is on again,
“How do you survive with the roads closed?”
“We remember from years ago. There are ways.”
Such a beautiful place
trapped in a cycle of human ugliness
Barren gray mountains —
more than verdant pastures —
echo the Kashmiri struggle
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POEM: Perplexed by Humanity
Humanity, it does perplex
much more than old T-Rex.
Man without his pointy stick
is but a high-grade lunatic
who thinks himself Odin’s son,
but sees a mouse and takes to run.
Drawing himself at the feet of gods,
yet terrified of nature’s odds.
Achieving the inconceivable,
so at odds as to be unbelievable —
at once arrogant and trepid.
Begging waters to be tepid,
our radiated splendor is too scant
to warm a thimble for an ant.
One can never love what one fears
for the test of all one holds dear
isn’t found at an ideal distance
but in the most trying instants.
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POEM: Fog Monster
fog followed us down the valley
in a relentless glacial flow
ahead lea, aft a soft white wall
lost, the mountainous tableau
who is chased by a dragging cloud
pulled over the land like a cover?
it’s not mustard gas creeping in
just water drops caught mid hover
well, i can’t speak for one and all
but i found my pace did quicken
when sound roams free, but sight ‘s restrained
the old nerves tend to kick in
