May 14, 2011

captured, paused leaned into where I still dream in color and awes...

May Moon

belly swollen
knifing through the rain's rise
through gravity's melt
and turn spun
burned bright
where sight cedes
directions from smell
who tells of a more far reaching
kind of pined for longing
leaning in the burrows
night unfurls in the sweet curls
of child's play
as the clouds
catch up
where luck
and old mountains
and rivers
finger  each moment 
we fall attached to
like dust stilled
and paused
as if each thought
we linger on
and press in the wet sand of memory
is a hummingbird caught
where the Sun
smells of cupped midnight and
hope still dreams in pearls
with each pause too...

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