Each Spring I watch the Honeysuckle Tendrils burst green with lifeClimbing and twining across the trellis Communing with the witch hazel branches Optimism incarnate is the Honeysuckle It’s flowers friends to bees and butterfliesTheir scent a gift on hot summer… Continue Reading →
The goose flapped its wingsTo grab my attentionAs it floated with its gaggleOn the slate grey Hudson“I’m here! Where are you?”For a moment I was thereOn the river bank with the morning wind and the cloudsWhispering of winter
Breathe In, Breathe Out, CountNothing is unbearableBreathe in, Breath Out, Count
The boy prince ragesHis stone prize in silence sitsInside throne room walls
Spirits reaching outHidden behind trees and brushYou have forgotten
So curious manConsciousness from nothingnessDarkness just beneath
Emptiness AloneThe vessel not long unfilledThe Hawk wheels skyward
NYC is deadBut many bike lanes aboundSo that is quite nice
Beyond the grey thoughtsPerceptions of happinessOut there to be had
Eyes dead and emptyAbove a black cloth mask hidingA smile cruel and thin
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