All I needed to know I learned from trees

1. don't pine away over old flames.

Two Shorts

Crows don't play at politics,
just see black,
see albino under
wing peppered sea-salt,
epsom stone-chat
babbling away,
the tide, the beach
rocks, the silence,
a murder voting.

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you are as old
as the grudges
you hold
as young
as forgive as
old as regret
young as hope
another day
sun rise
sun set
young as that

What remains of a person... ( take 2)

but a duffel bag,
satched through,
stuffed to the gills?
What seems to be
a trench coat on
an umbrella frame,
a pocket full of marbles
and soggy sliced cheese and
what was left over
when you recoiled
into your SUV.
What remains of a person?
Not much.

Another rainbow

If I could only tell you how my pulse lept at your words, at only the idea, the thought, that maybe you feel like I do, like anything's possible and that words and stones are less important than water and hearts.

What remains of a person

but a muddied duffel bag,
satched through,
stuffed to the gills?

What seems to be
a trench coat,
umbrella wings etched
like done by grinding
a cornucopia of pyrite?

What silence is this
which would make cringe
that person
to their SUV?

What trust?

What vengeance?

What remains of a person?

Not much.

Water or Stone

What if there were stone and no water?
What if there were water and no rock?
What silence is this
where the conversation ends,
the cliff face begins
and only the babble of the beach
rocks is heard by the seeming sea?

This night is dark and deep
of home and away,
near and far,
an echo
of a sparrow
and a finch.

And the big three pained window...

the cabs going by
album by Billy Bragg
but done by Natalie Merchant and Wilco.

forget that full-stop
and that error.

just give up...

the three stained glass windows.

Even in the city...

you can feel the stillness

the pine needle expanding
over concrete
like it was mice

drawing me in to investigate
and see Venus
while day broke
on Rennies Mill Road

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my last few days

leaving my crows for barren pastures

looking to look in a new place

learned some new last names

leaving in wanderlust

so much stone and not water

so much silence and not trust

or a new day rises

as it must

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Aubade

sing a song of a feast of crows
sing a song of dust
if you must

CAW! CAW! CAW!

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MC

How to Catch a Star

don't bother

like the song you always loved because it reminded you of somebody
the smell of citrus
the tangerine
the cross-section of a human
bound up
in bungee chord
like the rhyme
I struggle not to write

how to catch a star