When Death Is Meringue

When death is meringue

When death is merely the
goldfinch gone elsewhere

When death is on holiday
or too booked up

I shall go down to the sea
like boats do and sail

Photo: simplyrecipes.com

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Oceans Diving Off The Rocky Sky

I need to see every flower
pouncing from the earth

To see oceans diving off
the rocky sky

To see mountains tangled
in weeds of clouds on
the horizon

The keening earth in volcano

The end of each day pleading
that I leave this place, so I
can safely return come morn

Photo: wallup.net

Ya Wonder, a poem

full-moon-lake

The way the sky makes crayons in the evening.
The way stars simply don’t mind a thing.
It’s the way the frost was Dylan just two weeks ago.

And Saturn spins at the burger joint in town.
I’ve heard cars fly in rain here.
You hear things. Ya wonder.

You repaint the bedroom like a Vegas Versailles.
You dream big. Then smaller…until that fire opal
finally drowns.

And your sky becomes paper plate and rock candy
hanging from strings.

 

Photo: earthsky.org