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Microstrobilus

                                    Ponderosa
                                    stricken by Beauty
                                    to fall into the arms of Earth—
                                    and from thy love
                                    be born the Forest
                                    the world of Us

 

Happy Fathers’ Day!

seasoning

                                                      no fallen angel
                                                      only the next dash of spice
                                                      for my mother’s feet

In Memory

I should like to dedicate this posting to Peter G, who graduated Marine Corps boot camp with me.  After my short spell of military service, I went on to enjoy all the benefits of civilian life– love and marriage, rock concerts, forest hikes, great restaurants, foreign travels, wild parties, dogs and cats.  As for Pete, eight months after boot camp, he was killed in a firefight.  He was only 19.  Now, looking at his photograph, I am deeply saddened and lost for any further words.  Peace, brother.

Buaya Darat

                             a thousand millennia
                             have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
                             a flower from Isla Flores—
                             an Ora
                             whose bite be much louder
                             than my bark

Breath Giver

            every eon arous’d I become
            by a stranger’s sensual embrace
            till I cry aloud a joyful cry
            and spew forth my eggs
            of liquid fire and ash
            to mingle with the suitors
            of land and sky and sea
            that my evolving world might endure
            not only to join Time
            but Her for some to really feel

time

                                           no beginning
                                           but a fountain of birth—
                                           no end
                                           but a final bed for mortality—
                                           a sacred vault
                                           for every memory
                                           every spirit—
                                           eternal hope
                                           of rebirth

love’s token

                                      I stop for an instant
                                      to look here—
                                      a thought of you emerges—
                                      the happiness in your face—
                                      your eyes and lips joining hands
                                      and embracing the special moments
                                      that were ours…
                                      and will always be

labor trek

                       driving a work day like a weather’d mural be—
                       to and fro knowing every pothole
                       every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— 
                       subconscious steering every curve
                       braking every intersection—
                       ‘tis better only as a passenger
                       that marvels lost to attentiveness
                       can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory

Terra anemic

                                                      cities take a drag
                                                      trees mark’d eminent domain
                                                      rain nowhere to grow