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Working the River


Nature-made, the river

jumps the banks to curl

the earth in and under 

and down,

just as the sea 

reclaims its land

from that very first rising

out of its depths


Here, our house stands

bravely facing 

that watery uprising, 

and so

we work, bringing thick stumps

that once held 

towering trees aloft,

to edge the sinking earth


And then come boulders,

rough and heavy, to hold

the banks back, and hug

those former trees,

now stalwart soldiers

standing river guard,

while in between, 

the water seeps


Water always finds 

an opening,

and we invite it

to flow 

beyond our permitted

work, and the house,

man-made, sighs in relief

at its reprieve


At its best, work

does not destroy

but shores up, respects

nature’s pathways,

employs the labor

of man and tree and rock,

and preserves the life

of water, and of land


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Lion Stars

a constellation
of lion stars roar
in pride light
across the night sky,
“We are family!”

Here, constellations
bear the weight
of major and minor
as if stars sing in scales
instead of waves
we’ve forgotten

We’ve forgotten
our stardust souls
once twinkled together
in infinite space
connected completely
by the sound of light

We are separated
by nothing more
than an idea
of gaping emptiness
that we endlessly
long to bridge

And we pluck
from each other
the remainder
of light we have left
like dying stars grasping
for illumination

Look up!
Somewhere, lion stars
roar in pride
against the night
and remind us
we are family

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The sky hears
the musical movement
of every v-shaped stanza
of migration

The sky knows
every bird that floats the currents,
every plane that touches a cloud,
every rocket that blasts past

The sky sings
in a thunderous chorus
and in the soft tones
of raindrops

The sky mourns
every species
that never walks or crawls or flies
on earth again

The sky loves
every first breath
and every last
it has ever shared

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Don’t hold it in too long,
that breath
that fear

Every worried thought
that sits inside

becomes a weight
than any virus

deep belly
to diaphragm

Round it out
like a baby

and finding
her feet
for the first time

Don’t hold anything
past one full
in and exhale

and breathe
right through loss
and love again

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Baby Blanket


My colorful quilt

of many-toned skin,

is different from yours

and covers me

covers me well,

can you tell?


It keeps me warm

as the earth

when the sun shines down

in olive tones,

a Mediterranean-


I got when I was born


What kind did you get?


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Every Flower


Lavender roses last longest,

deep red have a scent of perfume,

the peach hold their colors the longest,

the white ones are largest in bloom


Yellow roses gather the sunlight,

multicolored ones mimic the dawn,

black roses glisten like midnight

with their leaves shining green as a lawn


To Nature, all people are flowers,

her palette of colors in skin,

the gift of this beauty is ours-

to love every flower as kin

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Worth It


Rocks yearn

for the watery kiss

of ocean waves,

although that press

may eventually wear them down


Ask any bit of sand

if love was worth

shattering for

and that tiny smooth rubble

will smile under your feet


while it holds

families and picnics

and vacations

and dogs running like lovers

into the waves


The gritty sand

that was once rock

clings to feet, legs, hands,

hair, and thus travels

the world


to be brushed off by towels

and washed away

by hoses and showers

to go wherever

it may, still smiling


at how far love

has taken it,


and embraced it,

shattered and all

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Long Evening


In this time of the light,

end of day but before night,

when sun begins its evening sprawl,

our shadows barely show at all,

outlines grow ever duller

while blossoms, serene in brilliant color,

scent of violet, rose, and musk

perfume the air all cloaked in dusk


Under nature’s beauty spell,

we stroll about like all is well

though we wear masks and watch our spacing

knowing the risk that we are taking

may be low, but nonetheless,

a danger that we must address

as day comes to its nightly close,

a colorful palette in repose


We head home from our long walk

passing tree, leaf, blossom, stalk,

houses rimmed by bushy hedges

that may be rounded, or have edges,

other walkers keep their distance

in mutual respect for existence-

if only this had always been

for friends and strangers, lovers, kin


Appreciation for all that nature is,

not sacrificed to human biz,

oceans, mountains, valleys, lakes

clear air and water, for all our sakes,

creatures that swim, fly, crawl, and run,

everything beloved under the sun

from trees and plants, to bees that buzz

let’s keep it all as is, not was

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What Grows


What do you grow in your garden there,

from seeds you tended with water and care?

Did they surprise you, when up they sprung,

delicious enough to delight the tongue?


Turnips and radishes, rounded in girth

rooted happily in the rich earth

Snap peas and melons, both with their vines

one travels up, while the other reclines


Potatoes snooze deep in the ground

spreading all over in a manner profound

All kinds of berries, of sweet tart flavors

to satisfy any dessert cravers


Cherries, apricots, plums, are all growing,

figs, Asian pears, their bloomers are showing

Lettuce in pots, and there’s Meyer lemon,

(a rhyme for that word leaves me hawing and hemmin’)


Broccoli, luckily, likes colder weather,

while others reject the chill altogether

Flowers, they flourish already this year,

perhaps knowing humans need color and cheer


All the euphorbia seems quite euphoric,

and the rhodies are practically phantasmagoric

Here in the garden, beyond human woes

snapdragons snap and dance on their toes


Whatever you’ve planted or whatever you’ve not,

the seeds of them both, well, that’s what you’ve got 

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No Fear


The rain has left puddleprints

along the sidewalks 

and in the streets,

gurgling through the drains

like a song to the sky


No one is out walking 

but you and I,

delightfully sprinkled

but not sodden

in our sneakers and coats


The rain fears nothing,

not even the sunniest days

when it becomes only a dream

waiting for new clouds

to bring it forth again


The newbud scent

of mulch and flowers

dances through the air,

reminding us, it’s a fine thing

to breathe deeply 


No matter how much human fear

clings to houses and cars,

the rain shrugs wetly

and keeps making puddles

of sheer joy