tulips and roses and hot pink carnations,
books and puzzles and jars of fig honey,
gnomes and unicorns and blue lava lamps
Lately
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Beautiful Green Things
soft, green velvet
and sparkling emeralds,
deep green glass,
and thick forest landscapes,
leaves and trees and seeds,
and petals made of mystical jade,
fine, long feathers and
rolling fields of fragrant sage
Lately
marbles and crystals,
oak tree shadows on an unmade bed,
snow drops and snow flakes
and red velvet cupcakes
on a happy winter afternoon
Lately
whispered snowflakes in the blue hour of dawn,
dreams of a swirling turquoise sea,
sparkling quartz crystals and
gleaming sapphires in midnight skies
Lovely Aged Things
fountain pens and ink wells,
memories recalled in dreams,
cameras and typewriters,
tea cups and porcelain creamers,
old friendships revisited,
rusty tractors in corn fields,
clay pots of ancient ferns
and aromatic cigar boxes
At Home
vases with faces and pine cones for hats
books strewn here and there about painted houses and childhood ramblings and motorcycle journeys in the sun
coffee brewing and candles burning and fox calls in the dead of night
Lately
songs from this album: Madman Across the Water by Elton John, 1971
these books: Back When We Were Grownups by Anne Tyler, 2001
and Death in Kashmir by M. M. Kaye, 1984
home made sourdough crackers
beautiful geraniums and wilting petunias
anxiety and
gratitude
and a sense of being lost within the walls of a deep dream
at 5:30 am
at 5:30 am: the blue light of dawn, strong coffee and vanessa’s gaze
Lately
kicking leaves on walks
berry pies
Gene Autry
this book: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty
young bucks eating pumpkins
gathering greens from the fields
a healing pup
balsam candles
The Details
sometimes the details of life make it hard to breathe,
make it so that my heart feels squeezed and i tell myself to keep it together–
often i feel foolish because it isn’t over heroic acts or poetic words
it isn’t intense emotions over politics or rhetoric or what’s right or what’s wrong with the world–
it’s about a robin eating berries in the snow (why didn’t he migrate?)
and a detail in the railing that made me look twice,
it’s when a man holds his wife’s hand gently and absentmindedly caresses her arm,
it’s the 1968 photo where faces beam with hope and happiness,
and how his goodbye was a little hurried, like ripping off a band-aid and shaking off the sting
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