
the earth clings to your skin–
i crave your taste

the earth clings to your skin–
i crave your taste

tiny, tender minutes in time–
little and brittle
and treasured,
like preserved crimson flowers
on a sunny spring day

Every waking moment i’m alive
I’m searching for you
Whether i know it or not
Or whether i realize
Every waking moment i’m alive
I’m searching for you
Every Waking Moment written by Clarence Greenwood
of Citizen Cope, 2006

wooden spools of old ribbon
milk glass pedestal vases
spring nights with open windows
tomatoes and olive oil
the smell of rain on tender grass
colorful glass beads
the first cup of coffee on a cold morning
kisses from the pup
sunrise over the river

looking at you
i can see the dinosaurs roam
i can feel the earth tremble
i can hear the roars as the pterosaurs soar

(my little version i was thinking about
a couple Sunday mornings ago at Tom’s Diner)
i was sitting
in the morning
at the diner
on the corner
i was thinking
of the years
that passed by
steadily and still
the smells of
fresh brewed coffee
made me close
my eyes and wonder
where my art school
dreams have drifted…
an homage to Suzanne Vega and her song Tom’s Diner, 1981

sometimes valid sentiments
are found in very strange places

my gaze falls–
on the ground,
on the distance,
on the time behind me
and the road beyond me–
why do we so often forget to look up?

What were your favorite toys as a child?

could you be real?
not made of parchment paper, or satin ribbon streams?
soft pink petals–
your scalloped beauty has spoken