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| photo by Tony Wills © |
the gymnopilus junonius suite
there I was
strolling through gardens
trees, ponds, berries,
ornamentals, high hedges,
gnomes and statues
that seemed to glow...
Carrara white moonlight bowed
string playing after burn memory
the way they kept their gaze, said to me
listen poet, melody is but one path here, strewn
about, so go find your own seedy bloomed almost(s)...
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harbor notes
there were
broken soapstone
pedestal pieces
curling like fingers
guiding me to a bench
where I watched Artemis bathe
next to a babble and little fall
of a stream, time-slow tonguing
an old mountain wanting
to ride rivers to the sea...
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here I am
sitting back
listening with
my nose in the air
eyes closed
kissing the rain...
I am a basket
of need in reeds
wading through
what empties me
low to high tided-ly
the insides
and outsides
of things
EJR ©
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