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In The Evening Swing

Nestled in the fibers of gods pocket
bathes the light
filtered by leaves
scattered patterns
of shapes and design
woven moments etch fragile as time
the whole structure sways while my mind drifts
picking up pieces i favor
tonguing toadstools
and I wander after wonder
to the strands of silver we share
if it is wrong to be in constant question
how to better myself
have i worn attributes
enough to be one with paradise
diamonds that sparkle forever
drape from the wrist
as I watch Pomors bird take on shape
the only dream worth having

I perch myself
in the hoops of reality
whispering golden secrets
gild each line from ruby throat
to obtain what is voiced
visions of swallows nest
feather over perfect skin
as the eyes of the maker
look to penetrate deeper
swimming hypnotize brown

No waste of heart-shaped vowels
flutter without aching passion
I am pinned to this world
and the nature that surrounds it
feeling the very moment
every paper plane, every box
that says where home is
and I want to fly
no longer without
but along the shoreline
with wind-swept deliverance
gifted as those
that dance nearby branches










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