there are infinite versions of reality
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March Sun
dry reeds drink the March sun
with earnest and honest abandon
those that have gone
i’ve been remembering their favorite flowers
and how they laughed
and how they smelled
and how they loved
and grew angry
and were unbendable
and wonderfully flexible
and what they said
with heavy accents
and what they grew in their gardens
and the plums they picked from trees
and swiss chard from the dark earth
and how protected i felt in their embrace
and how i thought they would all live forever
and now i dream about them
and think about them
and miss them all with an ache in my trembling heart
that stretches out into infinity
Illusions
i believe it’s true that we can’t know where we’re going unless we know where we’ve come from, but who of us really knows where we are actually going?
On my mind lately
yellow against red
Hounds of Love by Kate Bush
cauliflower and carrots
Paul Klee
Ireland
reading glasses
the smell of spring
the past
and the future
Bricks
she made a house of bricks,
and still–
it fell
A Gentle Force
they told us not to burn bridges,
but i set fire to them and watched them burn–
they told us not to count our chickens,
but i counted the hens and the chicks and the roosters–
they told us to mind our manners
but i didn’t mind turning my back on what they told us
and now all these years later
i am more pensive and patient and present,
and i will turn my face to the rising sun and
be a gentle force to be reckoned with
Awakening
i dreamt it was 30 years ago–
and was both relieved and disappointed
upon awakening
Within You
the light
at the end
of the tunnel–
is carried within you
Standing
trees stand bare,
exposed,
stripped of leaves and lies
and limited by the sun
and the seasons and the
seemingly endless cycles of time
and space and your reality
and mine
spanishwoods 